Smoked a very kind bowl
With a very kind soul
And a very kind soul was she
Smoked the last of the stuff
A little bit is just enough
To take you to the next degree
In the mornin' I will miss
That sleepy-eyed bliss
That's in the form of THC
Cause the bud is all gone
It's done singing its song
Cause I smoked all my magical trees