I passed by a garden, a little Dutch garden,
  Where useful and pretty things grew,—
Heart’s-ease and tomatoes, and pinks and potatoes,
  And lilies and onions and rue.

I saw in that garden, that little Dutch garden,
  A chubby Dutch man with a spade,
And a rosy Dutch frau with a shoe like a scow,
  And a flaxen haired little Dutch maid...