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Li'l Smokey is going to look for places to plant the seeds and I am going to sing* to them: *to the tune of 'Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose'
Seed, seed, seed, seed, what will you grow up to-o be?
We shall be-come what we-e will sir! We de-cide we.
Seed, seed, seed, seed...
Whisper, yes, you can te-ell me...
I shall be-come what I-I will sir. I de-cide, me.
Seed, seed, seed, seed, what will you grow up to-o be?
We shall be-come what we-e will sir.
Seed, se-ed, seed.
