I have to mow the grass
One time in a week
It makes the time pass
When it rains I get so crass
Sunshine is what I seek
I need to mow my grass
The skies begin to harass
The weather’s looking bleak
I have to mow the grass
When the clouds pass
The grass is at it’s peek
I better get some gas
Now the sun is hot as brass
I feel it on my cheek
I feel the burn, it’s on my grass
Then no rain the years do pass
My lawn is looking meek
No more clouds that used to pass
I sure do miss mowing my grass