There's a zombie on your lawn, there's a zombie on your lawn, there's a zombie on your lawn, we don't want zombies on the lawn.
I know your type: tall, dark, and dead, you want to bite all the petals off of my head, and then eat the brains of the one who planted me here (Noooo!)
I'm just a sunflower but see me power an entire infantry.You like the taste of brains, we don't like zombies.