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I am planting you a lemon tree
In the middle of the yard
Never mind that it’s mid winter
And the ground is awfully hard

I am picking you a great bouquet
Of many-colored blooms
I didn’t know they’d make you sneeze
Or attract the bees into your rooms

I am making you a delicious pie
From scratch by my own hand
But I forgot to set the oven timer
And now the crust is more like sand

I want to do the things you like
And prove myself applied
So even if it doesn’t work
Please just know that
I tried.