You were invited to our garden
When we thought you were a friend,
But your invasive way of living
Brought this friendship to an end.
When we planted out your small white bulbs
Along with other flowers,
You reproduced yourself so much
And filled this bed of ours.
You soon began to creep with speed
And filled each nook and cranny
And the way you pushed through even stone,
Seemed dreadfully uncanny.
Your flowers came up to meet those folk
Who walked along the street –
And, through the broken paving stones,
Your flowers soon reached their feet.
The tarmac and the stone brick wall?
Your strength ignored all these –
So, thank you for your company,
But this invasion has to cease.
We’re really glad to see you go
To somewhere far away
And perhaps a wild flower meadow is
A place you’d rather stay.
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