I slept in a garden of mushrooms
And dreamed the most elegant dream
You were a Golden Hibiscus
And I was a poor Navy Bean

I snapped and you hardly noticed
You were charmed by the trees high above
Never once in your elegant splendor
Would you notice a poor bean in love

'Round your roots my pods would meander
You huddled as sun would go down
In twilight a bean seems no grander
Never chosen corsage for a gown

We'll die off when winters' upon us
The garden all gone with the snows
Maybe next Spring I'll come back an Orchid
In my dreams! Well one never knows.