I tried to keep up with my gardening
And harvested so much with pride
I've given so much to my neighbors
But I'm glad my zucchini has died.

When they see me arriving with armfuls
They won't even answer the door
They know what's my reason for calling
Exactly what I'm coming for.

I've cut back on water and feeding
To slow its production I've tried
Some advice from you gardeners I'm needing
I'm so glad my zucchini has died.

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