dinahsmum
23-08-2007, 09:15 AM
I thought one or two of us might appreciate this :)
All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
But what we never mention
Though gardeners know it's true
Is when he made the goodies
He made the baddies too.
All things spray and squattable
Disasters great and small
All things paraquatable,
The Lord God made them all.
The greenfly on the roses
The maggots in the peas
Manure that fills our noses,
He also gave us these.
The fungus on the goose-gogs
The clubroot on the greens
The slugs that eat the lettuce
And chew the aubergines.
The drought that kills the fuchsias
The frost that nips the buds
The rain that drowns the seedlings
The blight that hits the spuds.
The midges and mosquitoes
The nettles and the weeds
The pigeons in the green stuff
The sparrows on the seeds.
The fly that gets the carrots
The wasp that eats the plums
How black the gardener's outlook
Though green may be his thumbs.
But still we gardeners labour
Midst vegetables and flowers
And pray what hits the neighbours
Will somehow bypass ours!
All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
But what we never mention
Though gardeners know it's true
Is when he made the goodies
He made the baddies too.
All things spray and squattable
Disasters great and small
All things paraquatable,
The Lord God made them all.
The greenfly on the roses
The maggots in the peas
Manure that fills our noses,
He also gave us these.
The fungus on the goose-gogs
The clubroot on the greens
The slugs that eat the lettuce
And chew the aubergines.
The drought that kills the fuchsias
The frost that nips the buds
The rain that drowns the seedlings
The blight that hits the spuds.
The midges and mosquitoes
The nettles and the weeds
The pigeons in the green stuff
The sparrows on the seeds.
The fly that gets the carrots
The wasp that eats the plums
How black the gardener's outlook
Though green may be his thumbs.
But still we gardeners labour
Midst vegetables and flowers
And pray what hits the neighbours
Will somehow bypass ours!