Pushing up Daisies

Pushing up daisies is just my speed.
I'm mother nature and I feel the need,
to procreate.

I feel the need, to plant the seed,
that'll last for a millennium.

To lie in wait, until conditions are right,
to burst forth with all my minions.

To heal the scars of landscape Mars,
and shatter all pessimistic opinions.

For I am the mother of all invention.
I work my ways without intention.

But through the power of natural selection,
and survival of the fittest.

I turn bland to rich, and rich to wonder.
I do not pillage. I do not plunder.

So don't mess with me...

... or you will be pushing up daisies.


Daisies  

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