Put out a garden,
planted some seeds.
Planted some taters,
pulled up some weeds.
My garden flourished,
it did grow real tall.
The problem with that,
I got nothing at all.
It must be the critters,
it must be the rabbits.
Cause lettuce they eat,
and that is their habits.
I thought it was Voles,
they eat up some seed.
Those sorry old rascals,
on seeds they do feed.
I thought and I thought,
it must be the crows.
They can devour things,
and corn everyone knows.
After thinking some more,
it could be the deer.
'Cause as I am sure,
they eat everything here.
Then I set up camp,
I watched all night.
It was a raccoon,
that came into sight.
I think when he saw me,
he growled and he hiss.
I said eat what you want,
I've had enough of this.
The raccoon eat and it eat,
thought he never would stop.
He had ate so much.
I thought he would drop.
The mystery of the garden,
sure come to an end.
Raccoons that's for sure,
ain't nobody's friend.
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