Inch by inch

Yesterday, I happened to listen to a recording of the "Garden Song" by David Mallett, whose chorus is (with the usual variations via the folk-music process):

Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All I need is a rake and a hoe

And a piece of fertile ground

Inch by inch, row by row
Someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below

'Til the rain comes tumbling down

And as always when I hear that song, I was struck by the awareness that the Someone who's most noted for warming things "from below" is Someone you don't want to invoke.  (See also: the Evil bananas in OotS.)