I’m a green leaf
Growin’ on a green tree
In the season they call spring
And it’s easy
To live life breezy
When you’re swaying in the shade of a thing
They call trees
Whoa now would you like to come on up
For a visit for a little stop
Because I would like to have you here
Please do not ever
Pick me off of here
Jamaram
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