See, that's the trouble with the bugger
An intransigent damned plant-hugger
Who, when you ask, "Please mow the lawn"
Is out the back and quickly gone!
He'd rather drool, with dozy eyes
On every weed that 'round him lies
Than do a lick of honest work!
I tell you, Mom, he's just a jerk!
And with his "Love all planties" fuss
He makes it hard for the rest of us!!
There's dandelions, should be turned,
And leaves a-plenty to be burned
But Little Hawk, that pinko brat
Is in his mind too good for that,
And we (with doubled chores) get pissed!
I betcha he's a communist.