Where do spiders wander,
   in and out thunder?
   I will sit and wonder,
   with my Vegetable Friend.
   Where do lions water,
   after casual slaughter?
   I will kiss the daughter
   of my Vegetable Friend.
   Where the sky is glistening
   nobody is listening,
   I'll go to the christening
   of my Vegetable Friend.
   It's raining in Europe,
   but I've got no proof.
   I've got the semolina blues.
   Where two eggs are boiling
   they will not need oiling,
   I'm for ever toiling
   with my Vegetable Friend.
   Under dirty sacking
   somebody is cracking,
   nobody is lacking
   like my Vegetable Friend.