“The Suburbanite”

Four sets of fly screens— Yonder he goes, A handbox, a suitcase, A furlong of hose; A rake and a shovel, A lawnmower blade— The happy suburbanite, Hiking for shade! Sweet is his whistle, Oh, hear his soft lay, As there with the mower He canters away; Fighting the pusley, Oh, watch how he speeds, Keeping his garden plot Free of the weeds! Horse mint and henbane And plantain galore; Pigweed and dandelion Clear to the door: Happy suburbanite— Heav'n give you rest, When weary of digging You lie on earth's breast!