Arbor Day
Arbor Day, Arbor Day
Does whatever a stupid tree does.
Does he swing, from a line?
Catches thieves any size?
He is wood…roots and pine!
In the heat of the night,
By the scene of a crime,
Lays a match so bright
And the smell of burning pine!
Arbor Day, Arbor Day
Friendly neighbourhood doggy washroom.
Wealth and fame, it’s ignored-
Urine is his reward.
To him,
He is a stupid tree ah-
Where ever there’s some pee ah-
You’ll find a stupid TREE!