Our stalks are very straigt and tall, Our colour clear and bright; Too many-hued to name them all- Red, yellow, pink, or white. And some are splashed, and some, maybe As dark as any plum. From tulip-fields across the sea To England did we come. We were as peaceful contry’s pride, And Holland is its name. Now in your gardens we abide- And aren’t you glad we came?
J'ai trouvé ce poème dans un petit livre d'enfant de ma mère, chaque fleur a son poème, aujourd'hui la tulipe, mais j'en mettrai peut être d'autres !