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FOR PRIZE CONTEST Mrs. A. R. Lancefield Royal Bank of Canada Hamilton, Ont. A song I sing of Burpee's seed Which always grows and fills each need It's brought me happinessindeed I'm freed ? From nerve collapse. My garden makes my heart more glad Snapdragon and asters are my fad Dahlias and Iris are chosen for Dad Who swears by Burpee's Dad's garden, full of seeds from Burpee Makes him boastful, proud and chirpy He says you have the finest Murphy That ever grew. Gibralter [sic] onions, Egyptian beets, Chantenay carrots - all good and sweet, Kohl-rabi, parsnips, in rows so neat Are his delight. Roses, petunias, coleus, phlox, Daffodils, tulips, hollyhocks, Columbine, larkspur, Sweet William and stocks Are all from Burpee's. So I sing a song of Burpee's seed For four generations it has filled each need. We've ne'er had a garden without Burpee's seed. That's what it has done for us.