growin' comin' up glowin' Fruit of jewels all shinin' in the sun. Colors of the rainbow.
See the sun and the rain grow sapphires and rubies on ivory vines, Grapes of jade, just
ripenin' in the shade, just ready for the squeezin' into green jade wine. Pure gold corn
there, Blowin' in the warm air. Ol' crow nibblin' on the amnythyst seeds. In between
the diamonds, Ol' man Simon crawls about pullin' out platinum weeds. Pink pearl
berries, all you can carry, put 'em in a bushel and haul 'em into town. Up in the tree
there's opal nuts and gold pears- Hurry quick, grab a stick and shake some down. Take
a silver tater, emerald tomater, fresh plump coral melons. Hangin' in reach. Ol' man
Simon, diggin' in his diamonds, stops and rests and dreams about one... real... peach.”
