I say Gracia (pronounced Grassy-Ass) to the trees I fall to the ground, so brown (like a clown) And we disintegrate And the tree warns us not to eat the yellow snow But we never get a chance Because we disintegrate So save the owls (No!) Save the squirrels (No!) Just save the disintegrated leaves (So they can try the yellow snow)
Yup. This is what I get to listen to on my way to work.