Look out your window, look out past the snow
Imagine its summertime, the sunshine aglow
The sun and the rain turn your lawn a bright green
But suddenly your dream lawn turns scary and mean
The grass is so high it reaches your chin
Except to the brown patches where the grass has worn thin
You stand in your shorts and sandals irate!
Til Kiwi arrives, "no worries, Mate!"
"We'll cut the lawn straight, fix those patches in suit
You're neighbors will say " your lawn is a beaut!"
So send in your contracts for our lawn cutting mate,
And fertilizing contracts, just save the date
Spring is upon us and Kiwi is here
Looking quite forward to another great year.