I Am Oak Pollen Of The Plains
One tiny speck I have drawn
That's that and awfully lonely
Two modest feet to stomp
And air around to breathe a hole in
Pull the pollen from the plains
Pull the pollen from the plains
One tiny speck I've caused
A fly for a fish and a
Nauseous taste
Standing on stones I've leapt
Tongues akin have flexed
Before me
One simple stampede
Lost in the crud
That's all it was
Pull the pollen from the plains
Pull the pollen from the plains
Pull the pollen from the plains
Pull the pollen from the plains