A Tank, A Tank

A tank, a tank,
It’s not artillery,
It’s only full of liquid
To water every bean and pea.

The hose pipe drowns
And the water soaks the ground,
That coiling green snake
Turns that bit of earth into a lake.

A tank, a tank
It’s not artillery,
It’s only full of liquid
To water every bean and pea.

The seeds are spread and scattered
And given another soak,
Now to get them down beneath the ground
They receive a quick sharp poke.

A tank, a tank
It’s not artillery,
It’s only full of liquid
To water every bean and pea.

A shoot reaches above the ground
It look’s like tiny stethoscope,
To keep it nice and green
It will be given another soak.

A tank, a tank
It’s not artillery,
It’s only full of liquid
To water every bean and pea.

The shoot is already one foot high
Way above the ground’
To stop it falling over
To a cane it will be bound

A tank, a tank
It’s not artillery,
It’s only full of liquid
To water every bean and pea.

Reaching for the sky
Green starts to turn to brown,
Petals start to bloom
Each one’s the size of a pound

A tank, a tank
It’s not artillery,
It’s only full of liquid
To water every bean and pea.

The flower reaches its peak
A bomb of colour so, so bright,
When the day draws to a close
The flower closes for the night.

A tank, a tank
It’s not artillery,
It’s only full of liquid
To water every bean and pea.

The plant begins to droop
Its head has been turned down,
In a panic to keep it alive
It’s been given another drown.

A tank, a tank
It’s not artillery,
It’s only full of liquid
To water every bean and pea.

The petals drop, the whole thing flops
The plant has died I frown,
The simple answer to this crime
Well frankly, it’s been drowned!

A tank, a tank
It’s not artillery,
Well, to be honest in this case
To the poor plant it has been.