Rhizomes make fun homes.

[captainmplanet]

If you've wandered lost and broken
Far from where kind words are spoken;
If your soul is bruised and battered
And your wits are loosely scattered;

If your hens are just not hatching
And their eggs are never matching;
If the wind blows faint and quiet
But your heart is red with riot;

If the world is set to end
And the spoons refuse to bend;
If your eyes can see tomorrow
And we could escape our sorrows;

Then perhaps the rain will right things;
Then perhaps the purple lark sings;
Then mayhaps a little hope brims;
And perchance the fish can still swim.