Dog Gone Gardeners
Dog gone gardeners so long in the tooth.
They are planting beans today along with old Ruth.
Their overalls are straight, their tails are a wagg’n.
By six o’clock tonight, they may both be dragg’n.
Dog gone gardeners, their faces are long.
They are hoeing up the earth, barking a song.
They each have a hankie for the sweat that will drip.
Both of them just let a gas bubble rip!
Dog gone gardeners, you are in touch with the land.
Your radishes and carrots will truly be grand.
It is a lot of work, but in August it will be worth the wait.
Your vegetables and flowers truly are great!
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