Mother’s called us to do battle!
To arms! To arms! Grab any weapon that’ll
Fell the scurrilous scoundrels of the garden – weeds.
They invade without mercy and commit the wickedest of deeds,
Thieving from the proper plants and strangling their seeds.
No fear, we’re here! Into the fray we leap!
No noxious weed shall stand in Mother’s garden keep.
Illustrated by Dominic