I sit upon my garden chair
As lazy as can be,
I look at my weeds
But I don`t care
They can look at me.

My lawn is overgrown
Almost to my knees,
My cat is in there somewhere
Gathering up some fleas.

Flowers have passed away
After they hung their head in shame,
Even their bed is gone
With no remembrance of their name.

My hedge is overgrown
Now spreading far and wide,
When I`ve had too much of this view
I`ll pop in there and hide.

At the moment I`m sat contentedly
With coffee in my cup, -
- Now I won`t get to drink it
Because I`ve just woken up.