Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet bulbs grow in my lady's garden Warm, warm, warm, warm, warm sun fingers wave in my lady's garden Flowers dance, their faces brave Come talk freely in the garden of my lady Her hominy smile, her hominy snatch Only a crow would peck and a chicken would scratch Her lips turned up to kiss I see you Phoebe baby in your bonnet With the sunset written on it In the shadow of a tree Curled around your knee in color And just behind you was the sea of negativity Tinkling like mercury in the wind Her feet kept by the ground, her toes bare brown Her carriage she abandoned like a hand-me-down She walked back into nature, a queen uncrowned She had just recognized herself to be an heir to the throne Her garden gate swings lightly without weight Open to most anyone that needs a little freedom For God's sake Oh come as many as you can In dark or light, you're free to grow as flowers Share her throne and use her toothbrush And spend some interesting hours