«Dandelion» by Tracy Bonham
All my life I thought I was the one to save the world,
It would come easy.
Now I’m old enough to sit around and piss and moan instead.
Save a tree and I will gladly admire its beauty,
10 to 12 inches.
Don’t expect that I will get out of my chair to see it grow.
And I was a blooming flower
Blossoming from the seed.
And I was a blooming flower.
Turn my back and turn to…
Weed.
Those are people with them votes and all them hippie thoughts.
They do it better.
If I got involved I’d only get in everybody’s way.
Shine my shoe and I won’t say a thing behind your back.
Yeah, we’re all brothers.
Don’t expect that I will share my plate when your ribs start to show.
And I was a blooming flower
Blossoming from the seed.
And I was a blooming flower.
Turn my back and turn to…
Dandelion, Dandelion
Souls of you and me.
How can you smell so bad but look so pretty?
And I was a blooming flower
Blossoming from the seed.
And I was a blooming flower.
Turn my back and—
I was a blooming flower
Blossoming from the seed.
And I was a blooming flower.
Turn my back and turn to—
Turn my back and turn to—
Turn my back and turn to…
Weed.