Graphic by MamaBear
“The grass is always greener on the wrong side of the fence.”
We’ve heard this little phrase until we thought that it made sense,
When every time we checked it out we found it was untrue.
Please grab a bite of something, I’ll explain this thing to you.
If you happen to look down you’ll notice dirt is at your feet,
But you hardly can see any in that place across the street.
Keep your eyes on the horizon, and give what’s near a pass,
And everyone around will say “There goes a horse ... for grass.” *
The way to make a better world begins with where you stand.
Some of the early settlers once ignored the needs of land.
All soil is like a garden, you can give and you can get,
But something out for nothing in just hasn’t worked out yet.
When horses were our lawnmowers, the grass was always green,
We had a way to mow grass with a “fertilize machine.”
But now we chop it, and we bag it, and just throw it away,
And then buy fertilizer to spread out another day.
But when it’s not the weekend, we hitch up the faithful steed,
And roll onto the highway where we often make such speed,
That people on bicycles often pass us where we sit,
And watch the gas gauge flash a sign to say stop at the pit.
The car that we depend on needs a better source of fuel,
And I have the perfect answer and it isn’t even cruel. We need to breed an animal to make some kind of gas,
And all we’d have to do for it is feed it all that grass.
* (Insert alternate rhyming phrase here.)
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . May 16, 2004
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