Going Green
Going green is what it's all about.
Everyone's doing it, there's no doubt.
Makes me want to sing and shout,
"Green, green... green, they say,
on the far side of the hill."
Here, take your pill... it's herbal.
Going green is highly verbal.
Like I am Irish (3/10 of a percent).
Wearing of the green is where it went.
Greens on my table instead of red meat,
I used to roar and now I bleet.
Hired ChemLawn to do my grass,
now it's greener than my gas.
Always knew I had a green thumb,
Pruned my peach into a plum.
Bought a hybrid cuz that's my pride,
Handful of oats and a donkey mile I ride.
Turned all my stocks into cash,
to keep an eye on my green stash.
Everyone's green with envy at my style,
showing off my green teeth, I just smile.
Wisconsin Ron searching
for electric herbs
in the Jamaican jungle.
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2008 © Ronald W. Hull
5/3/08