When the soil stains my pants and I’m longing to dance
It’s a sign that I’m back in my garden
I’ve been waiting so long, for that skylark song
To remind me the earth needs my pardon
Pardon me, to the plants and the shrubs that I trim
Whilst I give them a welcoming prune
And to harness my will, I will use all my skill
To have wonderful flowers by June
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