(CH)

There are five cacti on my window sill

And a bonsai tree, living happily - together

In any kind of weather, they get along



(V1)

At first I was surprised to see how they were faring

With all those shapes and sizes, you'd think there'd be some staring

But they didn't seem to mind, that some were much too tall

No condescending looks were cast at those who were still small



(V2)

Won't catch these prickly friends of mine comparing shades of green

Or having silly arguments about differences between them

On the whole they're quite accepting, when all is said and done

They're a group of individuals reaching out towards the sun



They get along

Hannalau