Vegetables, Vegetables
My garden’s a haven where often I’ll go
for shoveling, tilling and using my hoe.
And after it’s Autumn, I’ll reap what I sow:
some vegetables, vegetables, all in a row.For shoveling, tilling and using my hoe,
Although I get dirty from head to my toe
I savor the labor: it’s quiet and slow
for vegetables, vegetables, all in a row.And after it’s Autumn, I’ll reap what I sow
and give them to every last person I know.
I don’t like to eat them, I just want to grow
some vegetables, vegetables, all in a row.
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