I'm the murderer
Who mowed my grass
Killing thousands
With a single pass
Driving over
A giant ant mound
Now there's none
Of them to be found
Running down
A cricket or two
I hate to say it
But I think they're through
Earthworms sunning themselves
In the sun so nice
Cutting them in half
With a single slice
Devastation on the insects
It did rain
Not trying to cause
Them any pain
I'm a quiet guy
Humble and meek
But when I cut my grass
I'm a killer once a week
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
I'm the murderer
Who mowed my grass
Killing thousands
With a single pass
Driving over
A giant ant mound
Now there's none
Of them to be found
Running down
A cricket or two
I hate to say it
But I think they're through
Earthworms sunning themselves
In the sun so nice
Cutting them in half
With a single slice
Devastation on the insects
It did rain
Not trying to cause
Them any pain
I'm a quiet guy
Humble and meek
But when I cut my grass
I'm a killer once a week
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