Gidday, meet me mate Rusty,
‘es a ‘eck of a bloke,
Don't say much to no-one,
Barely a word ever spoke.
It's ‘is vegie plot,
Come, ‘ave a good look,
‘e reccons it grows
based on the good book.
‘e'll tell ya, ya gotta ‘ave peas,
Peas in ya ‘eart,
Peas in ya mind.
Says ya find peas
W'en you get on ya knees.
Thyme, the greatest of ‘erbs,
Give thyme to all ya kids and wife,
And to those ‘oo struugle with life,
Give thyme to ya friends with trouble and strife.
Take thyme alone ya self, every day,
Ya must take that thyme each day to pray.
Ya don't know ‘ow to do squash?
‘e squashes rumours so they do not flow,
Says to squash pride before your head grows,
Squash out greed, ‘e rec'ns we all want more,
Says the big fella rates that sin number four.
Ya want true sweetness in ya life?
Berries ward off trouble and strife.
Berry ya old grivences,
Berry ya ‘ang ups and ‘ate,
Berry ya mistakes at Calvary's gate.
Now ya peas can work proper good,
Ya starting to balance life and food.
‘e grows lotza mushrooms,
As mushroom as it takes,
Room for you and ya kids,
For those feeling desp'rate.
I guess ya wonda
‘ow ‘e fits it all in,
Life packed so full
With family and kin?
‘e rec'ns we all need to ‘elp those in need.
To those ‘oo give, God gives more seed,
So don't be stingy and mean in this life.
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Loosely based on How to cultivate your garden, author unknown.