You cannot possibly understand
That you held our friendship in your handI thought we were best friends
But then you played with other hensAnd even still you came to my barn once
But left with the horses to go sniff bluntsBack then I was so very unaware
But now I see your blank goat stareBessie told me about all the green
And you think that's what turned me mean?You left me in my already empty farm
Pecking at things that would cause alarmNow I see you are consumed by the forest
I still worry knowing you are not the purest