I’ll have my own brick road to
Journey to the emerald city
Oh it will be emerald for sure
Everywhere I go is green
And I’m green too
Under an enormous cloud of gloom
I’ll be riding a mule
Across a bare landscape
All green plains and plateau
The earth rolling in beds of moist red gravel
When it rains on the traveler
Who is rolling too



Not a sticky substance
And here you say chewing frees the gum
Searching a friend for life
And never made anxious by a chum