Born to open for
  Mankind nature's door
  A life known by a few
    And those who knew that shared
  Their knowledge fewer cared
  About what plants could do
    For most felt it was mad to conceive
  That plants thought, felt, and moved quite like we
  But with instruments Bose would devise
  Would take Science itself by a surprise, so
    On we go to where who knows
  To a place where there's still non-believers
  What will it take for heaven sakes
  For those who find what's real too hard to believe in
  It's that same old story again.
    Born of slaves who died
  Too soon to realize
  The need his life would be
    Selflessy he gave
  His wisdom to a way
  Where first no minds would see
    He said if farm land was to be rich
  We must plant crops to replenish it
  But it took him persuasion and tests
  To convince them Canver's way was best, so
    On we go to where who knows
  To a place where there's still non-believers
  What will it take for heaven sakes
  For those who find what's real too hard to believe in
  It's that same old story again.