A tree falls down

in this small town

The wind, with ease

blows away the leaves

Like the mucus cloud

after a sneeze

 

And inside that breeze

there's a yellow-hat man

who says that with the help of big machines,

he'll do what he can

to prop the tree back up into its stand

because when it's down like that

it looks oh so bland

 

But the tree has roots

which don't look too happy

From when the wind was rough,

and the ground went 'snap'-y

There are things that tree needs

that that ground just lacks

It won't fix much

just putting it back

 

So now they're trying to protest the yellow hat-man

and they call for a big machines ban

Even though that's not how the problem began

They don't have a solution,

but that's their conclusion

Quick to criticize,

slow to calculate

They say it's to defend the trees that they love

but we all know it's to attack the humans they hate

 

So now we go back to the yellow-hat man

Who's sitting in his basement,

trying to think of a plan

to bring back the tree's glory without throwing the protestors in a tizzy

And that whole process

is making him sizzy

So much so that he falls to the ground

and then he hears a peculiar sound

something falls in his hand

and that thing is round

Now he's beaming with glee

because the idea's found

 

So now the yellow-hat man comes back to the protestor's line

and squeezes his way

through their picket signs

Once he's made it past them all, he puts a seed in the hole 

from which the tree did fall

covers it with dirt, and brings out his watering can

feeling so proud

of his little plan

so the yellow-hat man waves goodbye to them all

As the protestors leave, but they come back next Fall

complaining about the seedling

saying it should be more tall

But this doesn't bother the man in the hat

So lets the protestors throw their little tantrum

after all, there's not much he can do about that

 

So he lets the protestors throw their little tantrum

and from then on, he just goes straight past 'em

he knows there's no plasing those kinds of folks

so whatever, let them go on with their moral jokes

the way that man figures,

the way that he sees it

"They can say what they like, but I ain't gotta believe it."

So from then on, he does as he pleases

and doesn't give a thought

to those protesting sleazes.