Another tree is shining Another postman's whining Why, my postman, why you cry? Oh my dear, oh, goodbye... Why? Huh huh what is wrong? I think my leg is not too strong Well, what's wrong with that? I can't hang on a tree upside down like a bat so my head will get with blood so fresh and my brain's grey usually will be now pink flesh Pink brains are now preferred Like a black sheep's herds Uhm, but why? Because the grey things won't die They are dead already Sign: Freddy