Fertile rot, fertile rot, never has a time has been more ripe!

It's the energy in the air, the poison in the food, the deficiencies in the soil, the great dying,

The paranoia of the other, the loss of community, the abandonment of our broken brethren.

But it is a gardeners paradise, for those gently guiding green minded things to prosper,

It is community for those with patience to foster and prune healthy growth of others within.

So let the soil restore its many cultures and let your hands share the bounty of its crop,

Go forth and renew the monopolized land with small organic plots!

Let the hands of the humble gardener renew these lands,

Let the dividing of mono plots restore the country town,

May green rings round cities become organic festivities,

Let the food of their bounty heal our craven demands,

Let the pleasure of their green calm our swirling minds,

Let the soil of the earth scrub our poisoned blood,

Let the excess of our bounty spread to distant land.

Release the bugs and critters from the oilers petro till,

Allow the birds and butterflies to glide their sharing fly.

Let the goodness flow, let the land organically grow, 

Give it to the people, its their stomach by right, 

Foster it for nature, to learn our deepest insights.