I walked into my garden
To see what I could see
And all I saw was strange plants
Staring back at me.
I’d planted peas and carrots
Tomatoes, corn and beets
So at the end summer
I’d have some tasty treats.
But when I tried to thin them out
These plants I’d grown from seeds
I must have pulled the wrong ones up
And all that’s left are weeds
To see what I could see
And all I saw was strange plants
Staring back at me.
I’d planted peas and carrots
Tomatoes, corn and beets
So at the end summer
I’d have some tasty treats.
But when I tried to thin them out
These plants I’d grown from seeds
I must have pulled the wrong ones up
And all that’s left are weeds
MY GARDEN
By: Frederick Laird
By: Frederick Laird
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