Don’t let your garden fall into disrepair Pull the weeds up from their roots Keep the lawn a tidy square Look out for budding shoots

If a garden becomes a jungle It’s a metaphor for your mind Like an uncle who ’s started to mumble Rhyme and reason left behind

Water the plants, trim the deadheads Turn the soil for from time to time Keep a good eye on the flowerbeds Enjoy them in the summertime

Give nature’s wonder a helping hand Like a symphony or a big swing band Everything has a part to play Peaceful at the end of the day

(c) words and music G Todd 2025