The garden

Little showers of dew drops every night,
The black bird sings a song about its plight.

The puppy wags his tail,
Runs around leaving a sorry trail.

Our garden is green,
Filled with tomatoes and trees.

I tell the bird to leave tonight,
I tell the dog to poop some place else.

My neighbor has a yard,
Full of junk and such,
Thank you, but I don't like all this that much.

Is cleaning such a chore?
Pick up your shovel,
And dig a hole

So much talk is enough for today
Wake up tomorrow, it’s a brand new day.

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