PUSHING SPRING TANGO

(©1994 L&P Berryman. Words by Peter, music by Lou.)

It isn't forty-four degrees.
There is no green yet in the trees.
It may be March, but even so,
There's still a foot of snow.
Tonight it's gonna freeze.
What green there is, is in her thumb
As her seed catalogs have come.
She can take those five-below nights.
As long as she has grow-lights,
Her life is not so glum.

(Chorus:)
Don't try to tell her she has to wait for robins to sing.
Don't ever say she's jumping the gun by pushing the spring.
She'll wave a dirty trowel and say, "So what if I do?
If you had spent your life in Wisconsin, you'd push it too."

You could try wooing her with wine,
Although you'll have to stand in line
Behind a tuber in a tub,
An ornamental shrub,
And cuttings off a vine.
Don't bring her poems of romance,
But know the names of all her plants.
Don't buy a diamond to surprise her,
But bring some fertilizer,
And you may stand a chance.

(Chorus)

Now you are nothing in her eyes
If you don't photosynthesize.
If you have leaves instead of hair,
Then you may get somewhere.
I doubt it otherwise.
Don't bother opening your shirt.
Unless you're green, she doesn't flirt.
She will ignore your conversation.
Her mind's on germination.
Her heart is in the dirt.

(Chorus)

@humor @garden @courtship @spring JTD
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