Yellow Mow Machine

Theodore Zendarski

In the town where I was born

Lived a man who mowed for free

And he told us of his life

In the land of mow machines

 

So we rode on down the street

Till we found a field of green

Then we ground up all the weeds

With our yellow mow machine

 

We all mow with a yellow mow machine

Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine

We all mow with a yellow mow machine

Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine

 

And the weeds were not a chore

Many more of them grow next door

As the blades begin to spin

 

We all mow with a yellow mow machine

Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine

We all mow with a yellow mow machine

Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine

 

Full speed ahead, Mister Mower, full speed ahead

Full speed ahead it is, Lawnmaster

Stop the blades! Dump the bin!

Aye-aye, Sir, aye-aye

Break time, break time

 

As we live a life of ease

Everyone of us (Every one of us) we always sneeze (We always sneeze)

Sky of blue (Sky of blue) and lawn of green (Lawn of green)

On our yellow (On our yellow) mow machine (mow machine, ha-ha!)

 

We all mow with a yellow mow machine

Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine

We all mow with a yellow mow machine

Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine

We all mow with a yellow mow machine

Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine

We all mow with a yellow mow machine

Yellow mow machine, yellow mow machine

  • Author: Theodore Zendarski (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 2nd, 2026 06:40
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 2


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