The Gardener

He keeps his tools in the garden shed, he mows the lawn he trims the hedge
Those Latin plant names fill his head, he even sleeps in the flower bed

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He's the gardener

He plants the bulbs he sows the seed, he ruthlessly hunts down the weeds
He works until his poor hands bleed, to own a tractor is his dream

As world recession takes a hold, his Lordship makes some cuts at home
He's told to pack his bags and go, he falls dead in the winter snow