Keep it loaded with at least two rounds
The first, a warning
You're like a son to me
Keep it moving with at least two frowns
The first, a mourning
Be like the dawn for me
Portulaca my flower my friend
Wait through the cold til spring
I'll bring the apples, i'll sing
The harvest queen and king
The harvest queen and king
We'll eat sweet grass, we'll sing
We'll eat sweet clover, we'll sing
We'll eat sweet clover, we'll sing