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