HollyHock Tea

HOLLYHOCK TEA

When I grow old, I’ll raise turnips
And try to like turnip stew,
But now that I’m young, I raise hollyhocks
And asters, and marigolds too.

Raising turnips is sadness
That is why I dread growing old,
Do you think I could live on hollyhock tea
Or shop with the marigold gold?

Perhaps my flowers will remember
And make intercession for me,
And old age will come along gaily
And help me make hollyhock tea.

By Mary Elizabeth Mahnkey