Sweet Sweet Bulbs

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, bulbs grow
 In my latest garden
 Warm, warm, warm, warm, warm sun-fingers wave
 In my latest 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 ya, Phoebe, baby, in your bonnet
 With the sunset written on it
 In the shadow of a tree curled around her knee in color
 And just behind ya was the sea of negativity
 Tinklin' like mercury in the wind
 Her feet kept by the ground, her toes bare brown
 Her carriage, she'd 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