Thorny is your nature,
Posing a threat to any creature,
All year long ,greenness is your feature,
And when we picture,
Even the desert ship sees you not as pasture.
Share your secrets to my poor crops,
Which during mere lack of rain,
They all suffer in great pain,
Please tell me how you obtain,
Your water in a place where the earth is such a drain,
Where it gobbles up all that has in a blue moon rained.
Tell me,tell me how you survive,
So that with your secrets I can revive,
My farm and deserted beehive,
Tell me your precious secret that I will archive,
How deep in the desert sand can your roots dive?
To get the water that keeps you alive.
Oh Cactus! How do you keep camels away?
Yet my crops cannot manage to shun aphids,
Please tell me your secrets today!
Tell me or my farm shall dismay,
Please tell me now don't delay!
Even if there's a price I'm to pay,
Name it I shall deliver right away!
Dear Cactus have mercy on me today,
Tell me ,tell me and save me in the best way!
