Where do spiders wander,

in and out thunder?

I will sit and wonder,

with my Vegetable Friend.



Where do lions water,

after casual slaughter?

I will kiss the daughter

of my Vegetable Friend.



Where the sky is glistening

nobody is listening,

I'll go to the christening

of my Vegetable Friend.



It's raining in Europe,

but I've got no proof.

I've got the semolina blues.



Where two eggs are boiling

they will not need oiling,

I'm for ever toiling

with my Vegetable Friend.



Under dirty sacking

somebody is cracking,

nobody is lacking

like my Vegetable Friend