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I'm looking for the full text and author of a children's poem, The Organ Grinder's Garden, which begins;

In the winter, in the winter when the clouds shake snow
I know a little garden where the organ grinders go.

It is more than fifty years old, I should think.

Henry

All I could find on the Internet was evidence of someone else looking for it, too (or maybe it's you) at
http://www.poetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/ ... p?month=12
http://www.poetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/ ... te_id=2799

Thank you for searching. Yes, the Lost Quotations page of the Poetry Library in London has had two enquiries for this poem.

The searchers have been unable to identify it, so far. An American lady read it in book of verse when she was a child, so I think it will prove to be American. I hope that someone may remember it.

Best wishes from Henry

Hello,

I realize this is an older post, but in case someone is searching in the future, I wanted to let you know that the poem can be found in Volume 2 of the Childcraft books. I don't have that volume, but I have the book that lists the contents of the other books. I found one on eBay for $5. When it comes in, I'll post the entire poem.

The Organ Grinders' Garden

by Mildred Plew Meigs

In the winter, in the winter,
When the clouds shake snow,
I know a little garden
Where the organ grinders go;

A cozy little garden
Where the fountain makes a fizz
And round about the lattices
The sunbeams sizz;

Where underneath the bushes
In the nodding afternoons,
The frisky little organs sit
And spill their tinky tunes;

While tingle, tingle, tangle,
Go the pennies in the cup,
As all the baby monkeys
Practice picking pennies up.

In the winter, in the winter,
When the sharp winds blow,
I know a little garden
Where the organ grinders go;

A giddy little garden
Where the fruit is always ripe,
And every grinning grinder
Sits and pulls upon a pipe;

While all the father monkeys
Hang their fezzes on the twigs,
And teach the baby monkeys
How to master little jigs;

Until at last the mothers come,
As day begins to fade,
And tuck the baby monkeys up
To snoozle in the shade.

In the winter, in the winter,
When the clouds shake snow,
I know a little garden
Where the organ grinders go;

A garden where the grinders
And the monkeys on a string
Are pleased to wait serenely
For the coming of the spring.

From: The Organ Grinders' Garden-Poems Younger Children Love, Compiled by Marjorie Barrows, Rand McNally, 1938.

Wow Phaedrus - thanks so much for all of this research and work you did to get this poem up for us!!!

Unbelievable what you can find on eBay and for how cheap - loving your work.



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