The cry

Oh you think I am haunted?
The tree of a witch mean?
Afraid to look at?
Afraid to see?

I am but a tree
I am but a tree

Oh you think I like it here?
Amidst these valleys vast?
Each morn upon you
A spell they cast!

I am but lonely
I am but lonely

Oh you think I am crazy?
Delusional and old?
Grumpy and sorry,
And lonely and cold!

I am but angry
I am but angry

You see, for pleasure
in your valley glazed
You killed my friends
And billboards placed!

You will be sorry
You will be sorry

-Mx