Growing here in your yard isn't really very hard I like to be in the dirt and wear my green leafy shirt My roots go down into the soil sorry if I make you toil Why do you even try to be rid of me and make me die? I'm just a humble little sprout throwing my seedlings round about I like it here on your lawn drinking dewdrops dusk 'till dawn Why can't I be loved as much as flowers, trees, gardens, and such? I have leaves! Stem and root! But you just stomp me with your boot.