Vegetable friend

Where two spiders wander
In and out of thunder
I will sit and wonder with my vegetable friend

Where two lions water
After casual slaughter
I will kiss the daughter of my vegetable friend

Where the fire's glistening
Nobody is listening
I will do the christening of my vegetable friend

It's raining in Europe
But I've got no proof
I've got the semolina blues

Where two legs are boiling
They will not need oiling
I'm forever toiling with my vegetable friend

Under dirty sacking
Somebody is cracking
Nobody is lacking like my vegetable friend