I said God

In the trees its lovely

But its lonely

With a bone

He will try to clone me

Make a mother

There will be another me

Your Mom

When the bomb exploded

Overloaded

Eaten fruit birthday suit decoded

I decided

You would like another mom

Bomb Bomb Bomb

Marry me lucky tree

You're my tree

and you're my three

When you burn

Now I'm free

To find me . . . . Number four

And number four can marry me

Bomb Bomb Bomb. . . .

Just like me

Final tree

You're lovely

But you're lonely. . .

I will clone thee

Little tree