Working in an industrial park,
Is a fine place to make a buck.
But although “park” is in its name,
There is never an ice cream truck.
I love the scent of flowers,
While sitting in the shade.
No two ways about it,
Ferdinand had it made.
I love to ponder the daffodils,
And filling coconuts with limes.
But this having to work every single day,
Is interfering with my rhymes!