Droves of growers rolling by

In the trees and way below

Simple factors foiling time

Never did we seem to know

She was high and I was low

Sitting in our bungalow

Eating something wonderful

Never ever getting full

Nests of crows are hoarding coins

In the competition zone

Hush now seedling, don't you cry

Maybe I'll be coming home quite soon for you

Quite sinful you...