My roof was all covered with green moss, Some fertilizer, I gave a toss, The moss dried up and it died, I take belligerent pride, In showing moss just who is the boss.
There once was a spider named Clyde, He built spider webs with such pride, Then, down came a great rain, The webs went down the drain, Now, he builds all his webs inside.
My compost pile caught fire and burned down my garden shack,
Now when I'm done working I have no place to put tools back,
So, my tools lay in the yard,
Getting rusty, crusty hard.
And, I cannot replace them because the finances I lack.