And then a green bird, a few, that play all around me
  (And in a river I view a play of her and me)
  Under the shade of a tree, her arms did comfort.
    Call the clerk, remind me Tuesday.
  One pumpkin knife to pry out our hands on plastic wounds
    They wound together then laughing hands on big ears and
  Very unnecessary to spill to tell a joke
    Call the clerk on Tuesday morning
  One pumpkin knife to pry out their hands on silver bars
    I'm too, well I'm too late now send love like me
  It's not fair it's gone outside
    I'm too, well I'm to late now
  Call me something at all this time
    I'm too, well I'm to late now
  Call me something a sparrow sings
    I'm too, well I'm to late now
  Call me something at all this time