(Music and Lyrics:  Sam Mullins)

When I say goodbye, you sigh sweetly
And I lie to you
Pumkins and Squash are lost on me
Good gosh, how could I be so cruel?

Letting the grass turn brown.
Watching the olive tree bow down

When you went away and you were afraid
That the mulch would not be laid in time
The carrots and peas weren’t pleased with me
Disease has halted their upward climb, so I’m

Letting the grass turn brown.
Watching the olive tree bow down

I don’t like asparagus
String beans fill me with disgust
I chopped down the broccoli
Cause all these pretty plants you see are weeds to me