There’s a plague in our garden, I fear
We’ve got beetles and slugs there, oh dear!
My wife’s got a plan
And it comes in a can
But she won’t get her hands on my beer!
(Apparently slugs like beer - she wants to use my tasty stuff, but I told her we'd go out and get something cheap and nasty tomorrow. The beans will just have to survive another day.)
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