My mother is trying to remember the words of her own mother's favorite song, which has a chorus and possible title of "Now That's a Peculiar Thing." The only lyrics I turn up online are from St Nicholas magazine, in an article on New England summer camps by Anna Worthington Coale (in Google Books)

They run as follows:

I planted a radish in my garden,
And reg'larly every morn,
I got up sharp at five o'clock,
to water it 'fore the dawn.
I raked and weeded and spaded an hoed,
Though told to let it alone,
But, after weeks of labor spent,
All that came up was a stone.

Chorus
Now that's a peculiar thing.
Now that's a peculiar thing.
I planted a radish, I planted a bean,
But neither of these has ever been seen.
Now that's a peculiar thing,
Now that's a peculiar thing,
If any one here doesn't hear what I say,
I say it's a peculiar thing.

The verse I think was written by the summer campers, and are not the original lyrics. Does anyone remember this song and, if so, know where I might find it?

Many thanks for any leads.