I said God

In the trees its lovely

But its lonely

With a bone 

He will try to clone me

Make a mother

There will be another me



Your Mom 

When the bomb exploded

Overloaded

Eaten fruit birthday suit decoded

I decided 

You would like another mom

Bomb Bomb Bomb



Marry me lucky tree

You're my tree 

and you're my three

When you burn

Now I'm free

To find me . . . . Number four

And number four can marry me



Bomb Bomb Bomb. . . . 



Just like me

Final tree 

You're lovely

But you're lonely. . .  

I will clone thee

Little tree