Some mornings I drive to the University with Dwight Our route leads to the Arboretum Oh, one Seattle superb of ours The Arboretum's two hundred and fifty 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?