Message to Sender
Straped to a tree, little old me
Wondering where the hedge clippers went
Grabbing at branches, hitting the leaves
Stuck in the tree, little old me
Im trying to dig out the roots on this tree
But oh!
What unusual behavior
The roots are stuck in the dirt
How could I forget such a simple fact of nature?
The little girls who put me here
Cant be more than six years old
They sit in a sand box right under me
Pointing and laughing and staring
One is even sharpening a stick to poke me
I just struggle and they watch
Playing with their little toys
Shovels and pails and little toy cars
Sticky mouths, covered in grape juice
Giggleing and clapping their hands in joy
Hello? I say, what about me
They pretend I never spoke
And they keep on playing
I gaze around, looking for a way down
There are none
My ball and chain wont budge
No matter how hard I yank myself from side to side,
Trying to dislodge it
How selfish these little girls are, I think to myself
They have their grape juice, their shovels and pails
Why cant they just get me down?
I stay up-side-down for hours
The girls never tire from their playing
Never wondering
Never straying
And their stick was well and pointed
I have so many little holes in me now
From an innocent piece of wood
And now the sun starts setting
The girls are gathering their things
Thank goodness, I think
Their games are done, they'll take me down
But no
They wash off their hands and face
Grab their bags
And go
Wait!, I yell
Im still in the tree!
Please come get me down!
But they pretend not to hear, and skip together on their marry way
Now here I am, still trapped in this tree
Wondering when I'll get down
Wondering why they did this
Little old me
Forgotten in this tree
Wondering where the hedge clippers went
Grabbing at branches, hitting the leaves
Stuck in the tree, little old me
Im trying to dig out the roots on this tree
But oh!
What unusual behavior
The roots are stuck in the dirt
How could I forget such a simple fact of nature?
The little girls who put me here
Cant be more than six years old
They sit in a sand box right under me
Pointing and laughing and staring
One is even sharpening a stick to poke me
I just struggle and they watch
Playing with their little toys
Shovels and pails and little toy cars
Sticky mouths, covered in grape juice
Giggleing and clapping their hands in joy
Hello? I say, what about me
They pretend I never spoke
And they keep on playing
I gaze around, looking for a way down
There are none
My ball and chain wont budge
No matter how hard I yank myself from side to side,
Trying to dislodge it
How selfish these little girls are, I think to myself
They have their grape juice, their shovels and pails
Why cant they just get me down?
I stay up-side-down for hours
The girls never tire from their playing
Never wondering
Never straying
And their stick was well and pointed
I have so many little holes in me now
From an innocent piece of wood
And now the sun starts setting
The girls are gathering their things
Thank goodness, I think
Their games are done, they'll take me down
But no
They wash off their hands and face
Grab their bags
And go
Wait!, I yell
Im still in the tree!
Please come get me down!
But they pretend not to hear, and skip together on their marry way
Now here I am, still trapped in this tree
Wondering when I'll get down
Wondering why they did this
Little old me
Forgotten in this tree