I see trees of
green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what wonderful foot fungus
I see skies of
blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what wonderful foot fungus
The colors of the rainbow so
pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I
see friends shaking
hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I smell You
I hear babies
cry, I watch then grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what wonderful foot fungus
Yes I think to myself what wonderful foot fungus
Oh, Yes!