May 29, 2008
Trees, trees they are beautiful and green,
They make me want to scream.
Grass, grass I can not find your mass,
You kind of smell like a**.
Sky, sky you are so high,
You make me want to fly.
Squirrels, squirrels you got to get your nuts,
Before someone hits your guts.
Birds, birds you fly in real big herds,
And you leave so many turds.
Ants, ants you are in my pants,
Now I have to dance.
Rain, rain you hurt my brain,
You make me go insane.
Sun, sun the day is almost done,
There is no more fun.

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