Swamp Fruit

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
Da, da, da…