Weeds

From the time of the early radishes To the time of the standing corn Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes. There are laws in the village against weeds. The law says a weed is wrong and shall be killed. The weeds say life is a white and lovely thing And the weeds come on and on in irrepressible regiments. Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes; and the village law uttering a ban on weeds is unchangeable law.