Marrows, Spuds and Onions

Some hearts are full of joy and peace

Some hearts are sadly hardened

You reap what you sow but be sure that you know

There’s always hope in a vegetable garden

Like the onion sets and runner beans

The cauliflowers all in a row

Sweet peas and the cabbages

Your faith in Christ can grow

So plant the seeds and water them

Dig as many holes as the old man’s dog

You will probably unearth a bone or two

And one day you’ll find God