The Little Acorn
ERIC D. JOHNSON
Saving all the waitresses 'cause they've all got longing in their eyes,
The little acorn becomes the mighty oak
The oak throws its seeds into the sky
Drive your car up to the pole
That's as far as you can go
Take your coat off when you know
To warm your bones in the northern snows
Drop a feather in the water
What the ocean gives the sky will take
Killing swans with twenty one guns
Just to see them fall into the lake
When you're driving up the coast
To your left is a black mass
Drive your car until you see
To wet your tongue with the salty sea
Float your paper boat up the creek
Watch the waves from its wake
Killing swans with twenty one guns
Just to see them fall and see them break