Dirt and ghosts and city lightsDisappear on snowy nights
When the trees are frozen glass
Keep it in a photograph
The tulip turns to blossom Gold
When brought in from the harsh cold
The green and white just like Vermont
Reminds me of the place you haunt
The needle's in the haystack hidden
Lost until the next November
Turned to Cougar after Kitten
Pounced on things that I remember
It's acid raining, but stop complaining