It was time to plant his garden
But he had grown too old and weak.
Without his fresh vegetables
The old man’s future would be bleak.

His only son was put in jail
Before he got the garden tilled.
The law was searching for the body
Of the man his boy had killed.

The son wrote his dad a letter
“There’re things it’s best that no one find,
So please don’t plow the garden plot.
Just skip this year, if you don’t mind.”

The G-men came from everywhere.
The old man’s garden plot was filled.
And they didn’t stop their digging
Until every inch had been tilled.

Another letter to his dad.
“I hope they dug your garden well.
It might not work again next year
But, who knows? Only time will tell!”