See that grass way up on that hill?
That’s a job I have to fill,
I have to cut it in blazing sun,
What a job it’s no fun,
I spy the cardinal up in that tree,
It sings to the lawnmower so free,
He gets to sing in the tree not a care,
While I sweat and I moan- it’s just not fair,
Well to get it done I must get started,
So away I go the mower has departed,
But I will be back again to spy,
Exhausted I am sure so this is goodbye
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