The indecisive gardener
Did not know what to plant;
“For every ‘thing’ that I can do,
There’s sixty that I can’t!”
And so his seeds sat in the shed
Amidst the loamy spring:
Because he could not do it all
He never did
A thing
The indecisive gardener
Did not know what to plant;
“For every ‘thing’ that I can do,
There’s sixty that I can’t!”
And so his seeds sat in the shed
Amidst the loamy spring:
Because he could not do it all
He never did
A thing