Lovin’ the green leaves kissed by the sun,
lovin’ the galley, where I ravish a bun,
lovin’ this cool high, enlightening and fun,
lovin’ this party; I hope it’s never done.
I’m really lovin’ the tokes of green leaves.

Green leaves bring on “Wow!”s and by the ton
giggles and guffaws—can’t stop once they’ve begun.
Gone is my left brain; reasoning did depart;
spawned from my right brain: visions of Dalí’s art.
“There” are the green leaves that I long to smoke.

And so I’ll go away, the Greeley way,
out to Colorado or Seattle’s bay.
’cause there I know, I’ll buy it legally.
Bongin’ with some high girl. . .puff egregiously.

When relocated, I won’t return.
Not only bridges but [canna]bises I will burn.
I’ll be so happy, ’cause all day I will smoke;
I’ll be so nappy until I am awoke.
Toking the green leaves. . .
aggrieved—green’s all spent!