A carrot field grows around me.
In this carrot field I’m stuck like a vegetable.
Head down, I’m buried like an ostrich.
Want to meet me? Stick your head in the ground next to me.
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
I’ve been having carrot dreams about a garden.
I feel best in my carrot state.
I just keep growing: head down, tops up.
Who will tell me what else could happen?
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen