Grass

In the spring
I like to mow
At first, that is, but then,
The grass it grows
And grows and grows,
And I mow and mow and mow.
I dread it so, I dread it so!

Late summer;
I finally rest
From that horrible chore,
The grass it stops
To grow and grow,
I don’t have to mow, mow, mow.
I love it so, I love it so!

But this year
Is all awry,
Late rain came quite soon
The grass won’t stop!
It grows and grows!
And I mow and mow and mow.
Oh whoa is me, oh me is whoa!