The nice little patch of grass on my lawn
Is always there for me, day through dawn
Knowing it will be there I will sing this song
Happiness never did anyone wrong
My neighbors have lawns with luscious grass
But to trade my patch I will pass
A custom shoe my grass is like
Without, my feet will bleed if I hike
My grass is short, but it’s alright
Greatness is not found merely by height
Mind powers through matter like a knife and some butter
And remember that matter can clutter
My grass will grow but I will feed my cattle
Mess with my grass and expect a battle
Because knowing it will be there I will sing this song
Happiness never did anyone wrong
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