If you’d wish
to scorn me ‘igle’
let me tell you this:
I’m respected as
master of recycle
Should you wanna know why
here’s the answer, shy:
cos a cat in a hole
will jump like a mole
In the woods you’ll find
what is on my mind
Mind your steps however
or you’re gone forever
When the music’s over
I’ll be your lover
Garbage and clover
As a lawn mower