Poor little weed

Poor little weed beaten to the ground
It's little two inch bud dying on it's mound
I did the only thing, I knew that I souuld do
I twisted it and twisted it until it's shape was new
I dried it in the sun until it's time was due
Rolled in some paper, remembered not so tight
Bless the little weed that gave up it's life

Trumpets,funeral rights,crowd weeps in the background"dearly beloved smokers,we are gathered here today in honor of our dearly departed budlet.She grew oh so fluffy,and trichomed too a mature plant."