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
nightAnd 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!