Vegetable Friend

Where two spiders wander

In and out of thunder

I will sit and wonder with my vegetable friend



Where two lions water

After casual slaughter

I will kiss the daughter of my vegetable friend



Where the fire's glistening

Nobody is listening

I will do 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 legs are boiling

They will not need oiling

I'm forever toiling with my vegetable friend



Under dirty sacking

Somebody is cracking

Nobody is lacking like my vegetable friend