The plants were all growing, including swiss chard.
The sunflowers watched over the garden with care,
In hopes that the watering can soon would be there.
The onions were nestled all snug in their bed,
While tomatoes got ready to turn all bright red.
The boy played some songs on his old guitar,
While I had a rest, and a drink from the bar.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the garden I ran like a flash,
All through the forest of maple and ash.
When, what to my wondering eyes near the gate,
Appeared the old groundhog – the one that I hate!
With his dirty brown coat, and fuzzy small nose
That crinkled up as on his hind legs he rose.
And then just as quickly, that little pig,
Put down his paws and began to dig!
He snorted and dug underneath my whole fence
It was all I could do to stand and look dense!
“Now groundhogs, now beavers, now birds and you deer,
Get out of my garden, and away from here!”
To the edge of the yard ran that old pest,
“Now leave this place, you unwelcome guest!”
But into the garden my lil’ raider went,
And ate so much food I should’ve charged him rent!
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
He jumped that old fence, ran away with a bound.
And dressed in all fur, from his head to his tail,
He wiggled his butt and the wall he did scale.
After he left, I ran to my garden,
And cursed up a storm, if you’ll beg my pardon.
I ran to my plants and set up a blockade,
And said, “That little bugger thinks he’s got it made!”
I’ll trap him, I’ll slap him, I’ll send him away,
And strengthen my fence to keep his friends at bay!
I sprang to my fence, with rocks to fortify,
And lined them all up to reach up to the sky,
I said with a laugh, as he ran out of sight,
“Stay away all you animals, don’t even take a bite!”