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 !