Thursday, Jun. 05, 2003 - 12:08 a.m.

The people living in the grass,

Weren't very tall, or strong

Their arms were merely half an inch,

And their legs, too, weren't that long.

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But still they fended for themselves,

No insects would go near them,

And when one held a sword of leaf,

Even the ants would fear them!

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The garden now had gone insane,

Things couldn't be much lower,

Until the grassfolk met their match,

The electrical lawnmower.

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The blade span round and cut their heads,

The grass was painted shades of reds,

Which blended nicely with the green,

And gave the garden quite a sheen,

A shiny wetness on the ground,

Which prettied things up all around.

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The tiny arms and legs were lost,

Among the grassy bladees,

While the tiny vicious garden folk,

All went to stay in Hades.