She’s a beauty, she is, All shiny and new – She’ll turn on a dime That’s what she’ll do. Zero-turn radius, That’s what she’s called – A mower for grass On the grounds growing sprawled. Two levers to pull And to push control speed, Pull one at a time And you steer where you need. A deck of four feet And at 24 horse, Your lawn’s like a fairway At the finest golf course. Awaiting I am For the rains to subside, So I can mount up And take her for a ride.