And then a green bird, a few, that play all around me   (And in a river I view a play of her and me)   Under the shade of a tree, her arms did comfort.      Call the clerk, remind me Tuesday.   One pumpkin knife to pry out our hands on plastic wounds      They wound together then laughing hands on big ears and   Very unnecessary to spill to tell a joke      Call the clerk on Tuesday morning   One pumpkin knife to pry out their hands on silver bars      I'm too, well I'm too late now send love like me   It's not fair it's gone outside      I'm too, well I'm to late now    Call me something at all this time      I'm too, well I'm to late now   Call me something a sparrow sings      I'm too, well I'm to late now   Call me something at all this time