somebody once told me the world was soft and loamy
from flower pot to vegetable bed
she was looking kind of dumb, with her munching on a crumb
in her mouth was what used to be shortbread.
well, the rain starts comin and it don't stop comin
ground starts shaking and the ground starts bubblin
didn't make sense not to live for loam
salt tastes good but it makes you foam
so much to feel so much to eat
so what's wrong with chewin these nice leaves
you'll never love if there's no loam
don't eat that it's just a bone
hey now, you're an earthworm
get your squirm on, wriggle
hey now, you're in tube form
dig that tunnel, push dirt
slime that glitters is mold:
we all decompose what's not sold.