oh the greenery
Some years ago there was an average boy of about twentytwo
He was always dilligent and hard working just like me and you
But one evening he decided he would drink, only a little bit
And had a head on collision with another drunk and that was it.
Something ever so curious happened to the average boy that night.
He was left with an itch he couldnt scratch away with all his might.
For the smashed window had left bits of glass embedded in his arm
And the doctors swore these bits of glass would scarce do him any harm.
Twentytwo years later there was a daughter around seventeen
She seemed to possess a sense of self that went beyond being keen
But one evening she decided she would drink, only a little bit
And had a head on collision with the dean of Brown and that was it.
Something ever so curious happened to the grown up boy that night.
The itch from years ago began to resurface and come to light.
Before getting the spot checked for cancer, he would give it a pick.
A piece of glass from years ago emerged and he gave it a flick.
He was always dilligent and hard working just like me and you
But one evening he decided he would drink, only a little bit
And had a head on collision with another drunk and that was it.
Something ever so curious happened to the average boy that night.
He was left with an itch he couldnt scratch away with all his might.
For the smashed window had left bits of glass embedded in his arm
And the doctors swore these bits of glass would scarce do him any harm.
Twentytwo years later there was a daughter around seventeen
She seemed to possess a sense of self that went beyond being keen
But one evening she decided she would drink, only a little bit
And had a head on collision with the dean of Brown and that was it.
Something ever so curious happened to the grown up boy that night.
The itch from years ago began to resurface and come to light.
Before getting the spot checked for cancer, he would give it a pick.
A piece of glass from years ago emerged and he gave it a flick.