Suppertime soon This hill will still be here in June She starts to walk away When Trifolium pleads its case Say, take me anywhere If you need a friend who couldn't care less About how much you hate to dress In the pastels of the season Dorothy needs a reason to smile All the while she'll tape him To the top of her vanity Next to the list of profanities She's heard her uncle scream Seems that Kansas ain't the canvas He seemed to believe that she might paint upon Until that fateful afternoon she was gone With a note that said so long I've gone and wished for a world Where a girl can hug a girl For longer than a Moment or two Adieu, I bid this Godforsaken view Well darling clover season's overrated Now and again She'll think back on April 10 And say "My oh my, what a waste of a wish The condition could never be met In a world that's just not ready yet." Darling clover season's overrated And clover season's over before it's begun