Spring I swear, I know not what to do. About my garden man, whom I tell to you. I know he is there, the flowers are proof! But when I think I spot him, he's gone with a poof. He is not bad you see. For my garden wouldn't grow with out he. I would just like to give him thanks. For my garden wouldn't be so beautiful, if I may be so frank.
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