And the weatherman said to my friend,nWhat's your name?nMy friend said, Write yours down, mine is almost the same.nErase the S and M in their place put a G and RnAnd an ND look at me what's that saynThen the weatherman stood with his head hung in shamenHe took off his big belt, put it down, turned awaynBut my friend said, Don't leave, I just harvested beets, let's go eat at my place.nWith his mouth full the weatherman stared at his platenAnd he knew it was his heart that made my friend greatnNot his muscles, his money, his job or his name or his famenSee my friend isn't famousnHe is just a good person who grows what he eatsnAnd if you have a mouth then he will try to feed younAnd if you are cold he'll put wood in the stovenGrab a quilt and some warm flannel sheetsnSo the Grand Champion called up Sam ChampionnSaid, Let's plant a garden in the heart of this wasteland.nAnd Sam said, Hey man, this'll be breaking news,nbut Grand said, I won't wait for your camera crews.nSee, I don't do what I do for the glory.nI do what I do because it's a good story.nI do what I do because there is a need and a hunger created by corporate greed.nSee there's a surplus of food in this country, nAnd nobody should ever go to sleep hungry,nBut that food is kept under lock and keynConsidered a privilege for people with money.nThen the weatherman dropped to his hands his kneesnWith a tear in his eye and unable to speaknHe was driven to action by only compassionnHe dug in the dirt and he planted some beansnPlanted some beansnPlanted some beansnPlanted some beansnPlanted some beansnnnGrandma said to menIf you only have one beannAnd you meet someone with no beannYou should give them half your beannCause you will be less hungrynIf you eat just half a beannThan if you eat a whole bean in front of somebody with no bean.