Gather Ye Green Buds with apologies to R. Herrick
Gather ye green buds while ye may
And soon ye shall be flying
The fools that bar thee will find dismay
In all that they’ve been lying
The glorious torch that lights the bong
The higher we’ll be getting
And gladly sing this mirthful song
Tis fascist rules a-setting
That bud is best which is the first
Just ask the ganja farmer
But being toked as heads are versed
Brings memories that much warmer
Then be not shy, but use your pipes
for occasions that are merry
let the fascist’s take their swipes
and prey they do not tarry
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