let us die, let us die!   in dying we reply   and lower our baskets down   into the open bed   of the fruit truck passing by   and we can smile at each other again   me and my cantelope friend   cast our cares at the couple of pears   put a blueberry garland on an apple bed   the apple threw our half baked fears   like a wooden shoe in the windmill gear   the turning stopped and we clearly saw   the flaws in that which finds the flaw   the strawberry said to the tangerine   "my face is red but our hats are green"   be it orchard or a curling vine   the son of yours is the Son that's my   God...      ...      lettuce grows, lettuce grows   in neatly sectioned beds and rows   but one day asked the gardener   to be moved to where the eggplant goes   "reason being, i must confess   i adore her shining purple dress"   as the eggplant listened in   she wasn't offended but she wasn't impressed   the potato called from underground   "you've got it all turned upside down!   does the rain that sent each spring anew   to fall on her not fall on you?   you project on her your inward scene   she's a blank external movie screen   but the One who looks out from your eyes   looks through hers and looks through mine      we all well know   we're gonna reap what we sow   we all well know   we're all gonna reap what we sow   so may we old fashionably suggest   the unmarried not undress   we well know   we're gonna reap what we sow   we all well know   we're gonna reap what we so   we all well know   what kind of crops are gonna grow   from each time you disrespect your parents   you better hope we don't hear it   we who know   you're gonna reap what you sow   we all well know   we're gonna reap what we sow   but grace, we all know   can take the place of all we owe   so why not, let's forgive everyone everywhere everything   all the time everyone everywhere everything      all the time everyone everywhere everything