I wouldn't know a poplar tree 

If it was all I could see.

You see,

I'm no expert in forestry

Or anything remotely foresty.

 

I'd have a hard time telling a bush from a tree,

Even if it hit me.

I'd be dim witted and oblivious

In terms of forestry,

Or anything else,

 

Considering the jokes all go over my head.

My heart is tired of being dead.

No one heard what I said.

I didn't hear what I said.

Did you hear what I said?

 

Dead, dead, dead,

Teach me to be like the trees,

Alive or dead,

Whichever I please.

 

They pick with ease,

Not being teased by the reapers,

Forced to chose both.