Jethro's World

Spring is here,
and the grass keeps growing.
No time to type,
gotta keep on mowing.

Mixing up spray,
gonna kill every weed.
Dad-gum blackberries,
they're a'makin me bleed.

Dodging storms,
gotta keep the wheels turnin.
What's that smell?
must be oak boughs burnin.

Gotta go,
my own grass needs to be cut.
Spring is here,
so I better get off my butt.