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.