Oh, Sandspur my foe
It’s you I fear
I hate you so
As winter comes near
You started out kind of pretty
Really quite innocent
Almost delicate to see
Until the summer is spent
When you’re green
You’re not so bad
When you’re brown
You’re oh so mean
Not anyone do you spare
From head to toe and in between
From your pain and despair
The likes have never been seen
With your round little sphere
Covered in so many a briar
Can make anyone shed a tear
Worse than old barb wire
So I beg of you please
Have mercy on poor little me
Don’t stick my elbows or knees
Neither my finger or pinky
Please don’t make me cry
Please don’t make bleed
Don’t hurt me by and by
This I beg, this I plead
No hitchhiking on shoes
Or pant legs without a care
Because my patience I might lose
If I step on you unaware
I hate you so
As winter comes near
Oh, Sand spur my foe
It’s you I fear