I HATE YOU IVY.
I WISH YOU'D ROT.
I HATE YOU GROWING ON OUR LOT.
I HATE YOU GROWING IN A POT.
I HATE YOU GROWING IN A PLOT.
I HATE YOU HERE, I HATE YOU THERE.
I HATE YOU GROWING ANYWHERE.
YOU BASK AND GROW AND CHOKE OUR TREES.
YOU BREAK MY BACK.
MY HANDS.
AND KNEES.
FOR MULCH AND FOOD YOU USE OUR FENCE.
WHY ANYONE WOULD PLANT YOU,
MAKES NO SENSE.
I'LL YANK YOU NOW, WILL REST AND THEN
WILL HAVE TO YANK YOU, YET AGAIN.
I HATE YOU IVY, YES I DO.
I HATE YOU IVY.
SOON YOU'LL BE THROUGH.