In Parkdale there’s a gardener named Mark.
Who once howled at the moon from the park.
Now he’s up at dawn.
With hardly a yawn.
And no more at the moon does he bark.
Gardener Mark
In Parkdale there’s a gardener named Mark.
Who once howled at the moon from the park.
Now he’s up at dawn.
With hardly a yawn.
And no more at the moon does he bark.
