The cow hopped on the bus, while others made a fuss.
The grass was always green, ‘cause the gardeners were keen.
The bus driver honked his horn, while the passengers started to mourn.
The gardeners kept on pruning, but nature’s efforts they were ruining.
The bus sped along, while the cow sang a song.
The gardeners clipped and clipped, as well as they snipped and snipped.
The cow hopped off the bus, while others made a fuss.
The gardeners stopped being keen, that’s why the grass stopped being green.