The Weeds

The weeds in the flower bed are taking over the yard

I can't keep up with the things that they do

And though I ain't a sour head and life ain't so hard

All I really want is you

The June bugs go crazy on the fifth of July

Their shells are turning black and blue

If they hit you just right they could put out your eye

But all I really want is you

Ten thousand bullfrogs were born in our lawn

They were tiny but somehow they grew