Teen Tree, Me Be

Teen Tree, Me Be What would I look like if I was a tree?

Erm, are you serious? I'll never agree!

If I ever transformed I'd be simply maddened!

Oh wait, oh no, it can't be...it just happened.

What's that? A bird flying onto my head!

Get off! Get lost! Stop making your bed!

Some kind of den you've already rigged, Oh yeah - tree, nest...I hadn't quite twigged.

Well at least I'm alive, and can think these remarks, And can see! I just had to open my barks.

But I can't look far, as I'm a bit stuck My hopes to start jogging have met some bad luck.

Do I even have feet? I'm not sure where they're found.

Of course, I'm a tree now, they're deep in the ground.

But I can still catch a vague glimpse of my arm, In the reflection from that stream by the farm.

It looks all...branchy, straggly and strange!

It's withered and brown, I want to exchange!

I need to swap back, give me my body!

I'm sick of this life, it's all wrong and shoddy!

In the rain I get soaked and there's no way to dry I wait for the sun, but that's hard to come by.

'What do I look like?' Well does anyone care?

They don't take any notice from so far down there.

I can say I look sad, I look fit to cry, I've not even been hugged by some hippy guy.

I want to go back to my friends, Jo and Paula.

No wait! I'll stay! I just realised - I'm taller!