Glittering little watering can,
Not so long ago I found you,
Among my motherís gardening tools,
Rusted, bent, lonely, abused.
To honor you dear mother,
And your love for glorious flowers,
It was a pleasure all mine
To find glittering glass in blossom colors.
To cement them there in illumined array,
A stunning compliment to any bouquet,
A gardening lover could compose,
As they tenderly water their beds.
Now little can you may stand proud,
To honor a lady who to her family,
Was no less than Lady Liberty
And will always be.