It is me,
Mr T
Yes, the one in your garden
Yes i am the guardian
Guardian of the flowers,
Standing there for hours
Making sure no intruder
Comes and walks on the clovers
Very honestly,
I am starting to get old and lonely
So why don't you go in your garden,
And plant another tree
To replace this old Guardian,
That's getting Very sickly
But please don't blame me
If your clovers die eventually
Because i was only being Mr T
The good old, guardian tree.
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