Ronny was a different kid
A self imposed loner some say
No profile really
Though tall, frightfully lean - but agile
Ronny kept his smile
Forever away
Locked tight - outta sight
He'd never crack a grin at all
An outdoors boy was he
Who wilfully ogled nature’s gifts
Sure as the sun rose
Trees n bees, ants n flowers
That’s where fascination
Began and retired
His buds of bliss lingered there
‘Tis no wonder his first garden
Gave rise to every seed he sowed
Fertile soil behind a woodshed
Fresh turned earth's musty fragrant scent
Generous water splashes plus blanket fine sunshine
Yields produce by the basket
‘Cuz Ronny grew a business
And a green thumbs-up for sure