Aboretum

Some mornings I drive to the
University with Dwight
Our route leads to the Arboretum

Oh, one Seattle superb of ours

The Arboretum's 250 acres are
Artfully planted with shrubs
From all over the world

And in Spring
Lawns are splashed with
Flowering cherries
Blooms upon millions
Through the city lies
As far north is Saint John's

Oh what of Saint John's?
What of Saint John's?