My garden was wilting
Despite all my silting.
I fert’lized my petunias
The best I was able.
But they still needed water
As the weather got hotter,
And I needed the water
For my guests at the table.
I promised my flowers
The sky would bring showers,
But the weather betrayed me,
And rain it did not.
So I knelt o’er my buds
And sobbed, making muds.
I never expected
That on film this was caught.
I next day I found
In HD and with sound
That my gardening venture
Had three million hits.
I became very wealthy
And my flowers got healthy
‘Cause now I bought water
And new fertilizing shits.
And when I am dead
With dirt o’er my head
And people shed tears
On top of my grave,
I hope they play that vid
Of when I was a kid
And could not work a hose.
Then they’d have a rave.