Hold my stem and gently squeeze
roll your tongue and be a breeze
the world should think like fertile bees
work for honey, suck to please.

Like the down of dandelions
blow me, blow me in the wind
fly my fluff upon your mountains
blow me, blow me in the wind
spread my seeds in your valley
blow me in the wind.

The lips of bliss let nectar pour
make sweet love and never war
preserve these leas and save the Earth
puff the beauty of rebirth.

Like the down...