I'm the warden of my garden
war against the weeds proceeds
but one flower, drunk on power
intercedes with its own seeds
it opposes, says the roses
are too thorny and too red
far from mellow, it is yellow
shoots will spread its seed instead
who's this master of disaster
that I fight from dusk till dawn
dandelion, I'm not lyin'
and my garden's all a lawn
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