The Cactus Song

There are five cacti on my windowsill
And a bonsai tree, living happily together
In any kind of weather they get along

There are five cacti on my windowsill
And a bonsai tree, living happily together
In any kind of weather they get along

At first I was surprised
To see how they were faring
With all those shapes and sizes
You'd think there'd be some staring
But they didn't seem to mind
That some were much to tall
No condensending looks were cast on those that were still small

There are five cacti on my windowsill
And a bonsai tree, living happily together
In any kind of weather they get along

You won't get these prickly friends of mine
Comparing shades of green
Or having silly arguments
About differences between them
On the whole they're quite accepting
When all is said and done
They're a group of individuals reaching out towards the sun