As you can imagine
This is a garden
Where all is harmony.
Wasps and children co-exist.
And weeds exercise restraint.
If apples fall
They avoid worms
As well as people’s heads.
If species really must fight each other
They go next door to do it.
There is of course
No insecticide
Neither does frost
Or too hot sun
Interfere with daily life.
But when the angel
Is called away
To another job …
Boy, is there trouble!
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