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We Three Buds of Texada Are


by Ted Smith

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

Alleluia, Alleluia,

Ganja sends your mind free.








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