Are ruining your perfect lawn
But a weed is just a flower
that you wish would soon be gone
So you plan that they’ll be banished
And you spray with pesticide
‘Till they pucker and they shrivel
and they look like they’ve been fried
But the run-off pollutes the water
And fills up your drinking glass
And when Rover rolls in clover
It covers him from nose to —tail!
For women there’s breast cancer
While some men are impotent
If it’s really that important
Replace your lawn with green cement!