The grass will grow until I mow again
The rain will fall, and make it taller still
If it’s too wet, I can’t even begin
How shall my duty ever be fulfilled?
They tell me just to catch and throw away
To make straight lines like a professional
My lawn will look nicer, or so they say
But I think that’s just harder, and it’s dull
The clippings add nutrients to the soil
Which makes the baby blades grow big and strong
I know I said that this means endless toil
But it will be winter before too long
Of course, the snow, it needs maintenance too
But I could also just let it melt through
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