Song of Choice by Peggy Seeger starts:

Early every year, seeds are growing

Unseen, unheard, they lie beneath the ground

Would you know before the leaves are showing

That with weeds all your garden will abound?

If you close your eyes, stop your ears

Hold your mouth, how can you know?

The seeds you cannot see may not be there

The seeds you cannot hear may never grow

In January you’ve still got the choice

You can cut the weeds before they start to bud

If you leave them to grow higher, they’ll silence your voice

And in December you may pay with your blood