Graft me to a garlic bulb
So I can be the first one up in Spring
Aroma for a fine cuisine
Tastier than soupine
And when the season’s over and done
Hang me from the rafter
So I can be saved away
To remember Summer’s sway.
Graft me to a garlic bulb
So I can be the first one up in Spring
Aroma for a fine cuisine
Tastier than soupine
And when the season’s over and done
Hang me from the rafter
So I can be saved away
To remember Summer’s sway.