Effort involved for morning sunt (?)
Hanging the catch to dry out front
Within the mud, I'm cooling off
Taking a trip out of my own mind and
Now I'm floating up and down
Directly to the center of the clouds

Oooh, swamp fruit
Will do it

Cookie in my bag is what it gave (?)
Heading to town to make a trade
Follow the trail I took before
But I don't think I have ever been this way
Now I'm stopped by talking trees
That tell me I am not where I should be

Oooh, swamp fruit
Will do it

(faint) Da, da, da...

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