To the tune of “We Three Kings of Orient Are”
We three buds of Texada are
Growing plants we’ve hidden afar
Field and flower, need no power
Grown under sun and star
Grown a bud on Texada’s plain,
Pot I bring to smoke up again
Green forever, go dry never,
Texada Timewarp reigns
Oh bud of wonder, bud of sight,
Bud with sticky, crystals bright.
Westward growing, overflowing
Cannabis shares the light.
Cannabis to offer have I,
Incense gets a deity high
Dank and smelly, legs like jelly,
Growing pot day and night.
Organic is the way to grow,
It’s the best pot, we all know
Smoking, flying, laughing, crying,
Higher and higher we go-ohhhHHH
Glorious, the Cannabis Tree:
Plant and God, for you and for me
Ganja sends your mind free.
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