The Weed

Ah ha I laugh when I see you dress your yard with lawn,

You may cover me with dirt, I will return.

I am tenacious, clever and strong,

If you think I am gone, you're quite the nong.

I know myself, and you beside,

I know you are lazy, deep inside.

To be rid of me you will choose to spray,

I may burn at the edges but them I'm back to play.

I know the secret of my demise,

You see to have the prize, a weedless lawn,

You must down on your knees and dig, but you won't,

I'm here to stay! Hey! Hey!