'Wendell, I brought you here

because I thought it would be good.

You have everything you need

or ever would.

From one seed

this magnificent place arose

and what do you do?

You turn up your nose.'

'It's boring, cutting grass

and trimming trees;

yanking every weed

while down on bended knees.

Then you sent that woman

who doesn't wear a stitch,

who wanders 'round the garden

doing nothing . . .

And every time I'm hungry

and want to take a break

she's always in the food court

yakking with that snake.'

'Wendell, this is paradise,

you should be happy that you're here.

I admit Fran might be-- pushy

but she is there to bring you cheer.

Just keep the garden litter free . . .

is that clear?'

'Sure, it's easy enough for you to say,

you don't have to dig and weed and hoe.

Same thing every single day,

no place else to go.

And look, here she comes again . . .

Oh! Oh . . . ho, ho!'

'Wendell! No, no!'