In These Woods

They watered down the poison in this town
They raised us wrong
They raised us strong
They raised us up with arms 10 feet long

I'm afraid we're Hansel-ed,
I'm afraid we're Cancel and Grettel-ed
I'm afraid we don't have the mettel
to make it in these woods.
The Empire State
made out of ginger cake
came crumbling down
before we had a taste.

Summer settles,
Fall faints,
Spring spreads,
Winter waits,
dusk consents,
and dawn redecorates.