I like to think that The Garden Song is how we feel about our carefully tended flower and vegetable beds in May, and The Anti-Garden Song is how we feel about the same weed patch come late August. Enjoy!
The Anti-Garden Song: A Parody
Written by Eric Kilburn
All the insects love to feed on my tomato plants
Sunburned face, scratched-up knees, my kitchen’s choked with zucchinis
I’m shopping at the A&P next time I get a chance
My carrot plants are dead and gone, hear the rabbits sing a happy song
Until you’ve weeded all day long you don’t know what boredom means
As ye sow, so shall ye reap, but I smell like a compost heap
I’m gonna get that lousy creep who said gardening was fun
CHORUS
Slug by slug, weed by weed, my garden’s got me really teedAll the insects love to feed on my tomato plants
Sunburned face, scratched-up knees, my kitchen’s choked with zucchinis
I’m shopping at the A&P next time I get a chance
The crabgrass grows, the ragweed thrives, the broccoli has long since died
The only things left still left alive are some radishes & beansMy carrot plants are dead and gone, hear the rabbits sing a happy song
Until you’ve weeded all day long you don’t know what boredom means
You get up early, work till late, watch moles & mice get overweight
They eat their dinners on a plate from the hard work you have doneAs ye sow, so shall ye reap, but I smell like a compost heap
I’m gonna get that lousy creep who said gardening was fun
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