Sometimes I wish I could hear, the thoughts of all the sheep and deer I wonder if it even things at all, or do they know a great deal, From just standing in a field, all day, One day the Earth will be ruled by trees they'll be the dominant species, Only then will the humans see that we're all so small, And life's too short for faffing about, Will someone tell me how it's going to end? How much time are we going to spend? Maybe soon another ice age will come and we'll all just freeze, And we'll come back as trees, Just standing in a field, all day.