Now I'm sitting in my garden with a paper, and I'm mapping out the scene from left to right.

Does the red clash with magenta, or the pink that's in the centre, kill the blue between the two, I think it might.

Are the Pansies down the pathway perfect partners?

Do their faces turn and smile towards the light?

Do the Roses on the arbour tend to climb a little harder, cos they think the plants beneath them have the blight?

There's a terrible complaint that's caught Petunias.

Well their trumpets are all limp they flop about.

Thinking starch might help to save them, I went right ahead and sprayed them, but it never did no good, I pulled `em out.

Don't they say that you'll find God out in the garden.

You are nearer the creator that's a fact, but how come when he's so near me, he will never ever hear me.

When I ask him to exterminate that cat?

Now the vicar was so sure that God had help me, it was obvious to him God did his bit.

Well I said I do the weeding, and the sowing and the feeding, if he helps me then I  haven't noticed it.