(CH)
There are five cacti on my window sill
And a bonsai tree, living happily - together
In any kind of weather, they get along

(V1)
At first I was surprised to see how they were faring
With all those shapes and sizes, youÂ’d think thereÂ’d be some staring
But they didnÂ’t seem to mind, that some were much too tall
No condescending looks were cast at those who were still small

(V2)
WonÂ’t catch these prickly friends of mine comparing shades of green
Or having silly arguments about differences between them
On the whole theyÂ’re quite accepting, when all is said and done
TheyÂ’re a group of individuals reaching out towards the sun

They get along
Hannalau