The Free Design - Pineapple Crabapple lyrics

Pineapple, Crabapple, sweet smelling lime; Graham crackers, egg sauces, rhythm in time; Song bitter sweet, a musical treat, I'm riding my bike singing good things to eat. Look at the colours, six kinds of green; Blue yellow flowers with orange in between. bu*terfly wings, such beautiful things, I'm riding along with my eyes wide open and I'm singing a song. I'm wheelin', I'm feelin', I'm happy and strong. I smell a skunk cabbage walking on the bog walk. If I'm quiet enough I'll even hear the frogs talk. Weaving a bloom on harmony's loom; Daffodils humming a hummingbird's tune. Honeys**le, milkweed, delightful temptation; Blackberries, chokecherries, nature's creation; A fragrance so rare like little kids hair; It's here now, it's there now, it's everywhere and I'm singing a song, It's real and I'm feeling it's fragile and strong. Toes goin' squish-squash, sliding through the wet moss; A ditch running gurgle gosh, I think I'll try to jump across. Hair streaming windblown; legs wheeling round and round, Road racing under me, my bike blends into the rhythm and time and seasons and rhyme. I'm riding along and I feel like singing so I'll sing you a song, sing you a song. I'm reelin', I'm feelin', I'm happy and strong. Sing you a song, Wheelin' along . . .