There's a garden where the peppers Were all growing on the vine, The tomatoes and the pumpkins And the string beans, very fine. Harmony had been so perfect In this garden where they grew; And the sunshine and the showers Came to nourish them, they knew. Each one praised the others' beauty, Praised their colors and their shapes, From the tiny, little onion To the luscious, purple grapes... _~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "In the Garden" (1940s)_