Botanic man. Sun's up,
Moon's gone to bed and the day's begun.
Early birds catch sleepy worms;
All jacks-in-the-green,
Botanic Man sees what must be done.

Green Planet Man. Naked ape
In a spinning world of cars,
Aeroplanes and high-rise towers.
Balancing tight-rope flyer looking up on his way to Mars.
Winding down the endless way;
Soles printing the tread,the weight of his conscience.
The actor in him takes the stage;
Scattering wild oats, wishing them 'bonne chance'.
Will he keep his garden clean?

Botanic Man. Has your new day dawned;
Is the green solution here?
Will your children play your garden games,
Sit in the green fields watching the city spreading?
Winding through the endless day,
Banishing sad greenflies from the roses.
Traffic jams the motorway;
Bumblebees angry, tutning up noses.
Better keep your garden clean.



Botanic Man. Sun's up,
Moon's gone to bed and the day's begun.
Early birds catch sleepy worms;
All jacks-in-the-green,
Botanic Man sees what must be done.