Yellow Mow Machine Poem by Theodore Zendarski

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who mowed for free
And he told us of his life
In the land of mow machines

So we rode on down the street
Till we found a field of green
Then we ground up all the weeds
With our yellow mow machine

We all mow with a yellow mow machine
Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine
We all mow with a yellow mow machine
Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine

And the weeds were not a chore
Many more of them grow next door
As the blades begin to spin

We all mow with a yellow mow machine
Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine
We all mow with a yellow mow machine
Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine

Full speed ahead, Mister Mower, full speed ahead
Full speed ahead it is, Lawnmaster
Stop the blades! Dump the bin!
Aye-aye, Sir, aye-aye
Break time, break time

As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us (Every one of us) we always sneeze (We always sneeze)
Sky of blue (Sky of blue) and lawn of green (Lawn of green)
On our yellow (On our yellow) mow machine (mow machine, ha-ha!)

We all mow with a yellow mow machine
Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine
We all mow with a yellow mow machine
Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine
We all mow with a yellow mow machine
Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine
We all mow with a yellow mow machine
Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine