Away In the Garden
Away in the garden
No plants are ill fed
The soil is perfect
In all the raised beds
The fencing surrounds
All of the plants
But something burrowed
Who invited the ants
There’s chewing and clipping
At night while I rest
Just wait til’ I get
My hands on that pest
I fired the shotgun
To nab me a bun
Don’t mess with my garden
Run rabbit run
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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