Droves of growers rolling by



In the trees and way below



Simple factors foiling time



Never did we seem to know



She was high and I was low



Sitting in our bungalow



Eating something wonderful



Never ever getting full



Nests of crows are hoarding coins



In the competition zone



Hush now seedling, don't you cry



Maybe I'll be coming home quite soon for you



Quite sinful you...