There is grass.
It sounds stupid.
I bet there is a lot of grass outside a lot of houses,
My grass is special,
My grass can talk.
It tells me the secrets of life,
And it teaches me how to work out my problems.
My grass whispers in my ear,
And it sounds like a million butterflies,
Fluttering like eyelashes.
My grass may tell me lies from time to time,
But it always makes it up by saying,