Hot Smoke And Sassafras

Bubble Puppy

In the mist of sassafras

Many things will come to pass

And the smoke shall rise again

To the place above where it began

Time will bring the fire and flame

As surely as it brought the rain

But in the gardens of the moon

Time is held within the silver spoon

If you're happy where you are

Then you need not look too far

If you've found your place at last

Then you need not use the looking glass