There is a fungus among us…
But Gus the gardener’s left now
And you went with him too,
The fungus here reminds me
Of the fun Gus is having with you;
Now the rockery’s a mockery,
With weeds it’s overgrown,
The fuchsia’s gone,
I couldn’t face the fuchsia all alone.
And my tears fell like raindrops
From the sky above,
And poisoned all the flowers
In my garden of love.
-Benny Hill