The Cactus Song - The Lads

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