Sure Do Hate The Weeds

I was sitting on my front steps when the days' work was done,
Drinking a cup of coffee, enjoying the Evening Sun.
A little friend of mine came strolling up the walk,
Said, if you're not real busy I sure would like to talk.

She showed me her little hand and said would you look at that,
Picking roses for my mom, I got that awful scratch.
Then she drew my attention to the Band Aid on her knee,
Said, don't know where daddy is, but mama sure loves me.

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Don't know where my daddy is, he just up and went away.
If he cares anything at all, I guess he'll come and see me some day.
Mama's always worked real hard to try to meet our needs.
I'm thankful for the flowers of love; I sure do hate the weeds.

She picked up a dandelion recently gone to seed,
Blew it gentle to the wind, then she wished it God speed.
Said, that's how it was when God sowed all the seeds,
He made a lot of flowers grow, he sure didn't plant the weeds.