"Ah, the flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la," chanted the Sage of the Age, using his ancestors' five-note scale. Hu Flung Huey ocC reported on the banks of the Charles, blinking wisely in the warm sun.
"Confucius say no grasses grow,
Ecny-money-miney-me.
Victory gardens aren't done yet.
Watch those courtyards and see what you get."
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Forthwith, Huey climbed out on a limb over Memorial Drive, felt an old prediction coming on, and said:
The newly-planted House lawns will sprout soon-asparagus, peas, cucumbers, squash.
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SAFE GROUNDS
