| 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? |