There's something quite creepy about ivy
That makes it seem all too alivey:
The slithering mass of it climbs up your house
And clings to your stone or your brick;
Its feet are like glue and its stalk grows as thick
As a snake in your garden that's swallowed a mouse.
On the ground, I suppose, the plant's not such a pest —
But when it climbs, my loathing cannot be expressed.
No, I'm never afraid to assert my opinion
About this green menace of the vast plant dominion:
Though some people say that the vine has its worth,
I'd just as soon see it removed from the earth!
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