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.
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My little red barn is no more,
The snow on the roof pushed the roof to the floor,
And, as for my cows,
They suffered ouches and oughs,
But, their safe though their homeless and poor.