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Big
Green
Hungry
Mean
Maim mower, maim
Inyour garden on your lawn,
With your mower,
Bobbing along doing jobs,
Thinking life's just fine,
Youbend down, the mower frowns,
You wonder why you bother,
You bend down, the mower frowms,
The last thing thatyou do.
Blades are turning, burning, churning,
Ripping at your flesh,
Crashing, thrashing, mashing, bashring,
Taking you lastbreath
Big
Mean
Hungry
Greeb
Maim mower, maim.