Back from The Great Outdoors (at least between the Harry Potter party and home) and thought of lyrics, rather than poetry, recollected thanks to (the French "grâce à is so much prettier) Peter's Thought ...

As I were going to Strawberry Fair, singing singing buttercups and daisies...
In my garden grew plenty of thyme, it would flourish by night and by day...
Fair as the flowers in the valley...