In Bat Yam is English country garden,
With flowers sweet and smells rare,
Where honey bees hum merrily
And butterflies and daddylonglegs are there.
It is misplaced Limmy Poppmy country garden
It’s near to god ( is it a woman?) they say
Where I can ponder for a while,
At the end of hot and humid Israeli day
It is the disrranged Zion country garden,
where the 32 varieties of Geraniums grow,
And the hoop oebirds are always singing
From dawn til evenings windless blew
My misplaced garden just a glimpse of heaven,
Beneath a sky of Poet Laureate ;s Zion blue,
It’s only a Garden of Eden country garden,
My sweated , grim and grimmed garden just for you
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