Garden humor thread..

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I sometimes get so desperate that I sing to my grains. You know the classics like "Do not Forsake me, Oh my Barley", "High on a Hill was a Load of Oats" (aka "The Lonely Oat Horde"), "How Rye You Are", "Wouldn't You be Rice?" and so on. (Hmm, maybe that's why my corn does so bad, I haven't found a song for it.)
 
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