Amidst the smell of good clean earth,
And plants of vibrant green,
There is an awe-inspiring sight,
The biggest you've ever seen.
Beside the young tomato plants,
And rows of sprouting beans,
Between the cucumbers we have left,
The dirt with weed-life teems!
These weeds, they grow up overnight,
And when we pull them out,
They seem to enjoy our piteous plight,
And come back just as stout.
But when we win this battle long,
And triumph o'er the weeds,
We'll feast on fruits of our labor sweet,
For God has supplied our needs.
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