Ode to the Garden King

She never fails, she's a tough old girl

A few good pulls to start and give her a whirl.

She's chain driven, she will not slip

She'll eat up that dirt lick-ity split.

She kicks up the rocks 

and gets dirt in your socks.

She tears through the roots 

to make room for the tender new shoots.

Making room for the lettuce and peas
the carrots and beans.

We shall have peppers and beets
tomatoes and leeks.

We will plant lots this spring.
oh Garden King you sure are a marvelous thing.