I like weeds, they are my friends,
They stand up tall, they don't bends.
They never fuss or demand water,
They grow in cold and when it's hotter.

Weeds, weeds, I have so many,
And they didn't cost one single penny.
They grow in beds and sidewalk cracks;
They fill the lawn in where it lacks.

All these weeds, what can I say?
I'm through with fighting them all day.
I'm done with hoes and other tools,
I'm finished pulling like a fool.

To the will of weeds, I've surrendered--
Perhaps because they've never-endered...
But, I'm giving up and giving in,
Throwing dandelions to the wind.

My weeds shall live a life unfettered,
Won't round them up or kill'em deaderd.
I shout to crabgrass, "Spread out, be free!
You have nothing to fear from me."

Weeds, my weeds, now so appealing,
I can't believe I spent time kneeling.
May they grow wild and ever bushy,
This gardening gig is getting cushy.