Green, green - It's green they say
On the far side of the Hill.
Green, green - I'm goin' away
Where the grass is greener still
I love grass. It is cool. It is soft. It is green. It is good smelly.
It is EATIBLE!!! Uh, EDIBLE!!
Yes, I admit it. I am a grassaholic.
This was true even when I was a widdle 'un. My mommy would take me outside to do my bid-ness and I would immediately run to the grass for a chew or two. My obsession has become so bad that at one point I would forget to do my bid-ness and then would have an accident in the house. This, as we all know, is unacceptable.
So I have entered a 12 Step Program to wean me off of my
addiction to grass chawing.
- I admit that I am powerless over the allure of grass
- Listen to Mommy
- I am going to use grass only for what it is intended
- Uh . . . I uh . . .