In the soil of the soul some seed was sown
But the seed sown pathward did not long last
For an evil snatched it up and took it fast
Then the seed sown fell on both rock and thorn
In neither was there at all found full growth
For every sprout either withered or choked
But the rich soil received the seed with joy
And an understanding soul bore much fruit
For something understood will sink soul deep…
Will change a life… And will great fruit produce
Because change compels change
Because growth propels growth
Because fruit is sweet to taste
-Señor Plank