The Garden Song

Whistle along with me. Don’t think about it; just do it.

Inch by inch, row by row,
gonna make this garden grow.
All it takes is a rake and a hole and a piece of fertile ground.

Plant your rows straight and long, temper them with prayer and song.
Mother Earth will make you strong if you give her love and care.

Advice about whistling:

• Peanut butter is a whistler’s curse.
• If you want to whistle well, a sip of water or something crisp like an apple helps reset things.