I made my garden pretty.
I made one pretty for a friend.
Then they all came, howling... they loved them so much that they asked me to plant theirs.
I planted all the pretty flowers they asked for.
But still they wanted more.
I gave them lilies and daffodills and daisies and irisis...
So I scattered pearls from dying oysters and diamonds from the deepest mines...
...They screamed and trampled all the flowers down,
Then they took a match to mine.
I stand beside the cinders - not ready for this.
I don't like those who howl at me.