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Coversations In a Garden
Good Morning Everybody. I’m Mr. Tree I’m so tall you can all Look up to me. I say Miss Rose, you’re looking fabulous today But there’s a man coming your way With a sharp secateur And I fear You’ll soon be gone To display your charm In some far off city. It’s such a pity You could not stay For one more day. Hello Mr. Grass. Your hair is past its prime It hasn’t been cut for a very long time. Tell me, when you get a trim Do you feel anything? Mr. Cactus Don’t you think you need a shave? No one likes you full of spikes. If you had a nice smooth skin Many friends you could win. Oh! Oh! Mr Weed You should not have grown from that seed They’re coming with a spray gun When they pull the trigger you’ll be gone. Look out Mr Fern It’s your turn Your family’s too big and wild You should only have had one child You’re in trouble It’s a shame, but you’ve got yourself to blame When they clean up your spread, you won’t be around They’ll yank you out of the ground Mr. Tree! Mr. Tree! You’ll soon be feeling quite raw. We hear the roar of a big chain saw They’ll cut you up And bring you down to size Right before our eyes
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