We have a hedge – when I say we
I’m merely being neighbourly
Which separates us from next door
We’re Number Two, he’s Number Four.
The hedge is green and not that tall
And forms a living, breathing wall
That houses hedgehogs, snails and toads
Who are no match for busy roads.
The problem is, our neighbour’s plans
Involve a wall where our hedge stands
Three times its height and made of brick
He’s done all the arithmetic.
Just think how private it will be!
I won’t see you, you won’t see me…
To me, this sentiment offends
I’d always thought of us as friends.
His plan to rip the whole hedge out
This ‘eyesore’ he could live without
We thought he had it all in hand
Until we learned it’s on our land.
So now he doesn’t speak to me
Which happens when folks disagree
His house is also up for sale
A sorry end to this sad tale.
As for our hedge, it’s still intact
And here’s an interesting fact:
He’ll get his wish without a wall
For soon we won’t see him at all…