That is dense and lush and grown
And soothing winds show me real
That for me prosperity is shown.
You bear a son, you bare a figure
Simple with calculations fraught
And in my life honey comes in mixtures
As a smooth zangy draught.
I have taught her well, oh very well
And dont you think you should me pay?
And before Im back from tilling land
With my feet, love has what has stayed.
It's beautiful to see mustard fields,
It's wonderful to be wealthy,
It's wonderful to walk with stealth,
To be very very healthy.
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