Millions spent to Find a Cure,
ills that Make our Life Unsure.
Pitch the Drugs that others Guard,
the Simple Cure is in my Yard.
Whenever We are In a Drought,
my Weeds quickly Start to Sprout.
Dig Them – spray Them – even Swear,
but They still grow Everywhere!
Throw out Test Tubes – use Instead,
weeds ‘round Here I can’t get Dead.
Perhaps the Secrets – have to Say,
lie in My weed’s DNA?