The chipmunks scatter
As you walk through the leaves
And you hear the buzz
Of the gentle breeze

Fall was dying
And winter was birthing
And the bipolar weather
T’was swerving

One day it’s warm
And the other it’s cold
It was beginning to be enough
It was beginning to be old

But you can’t do anything about it
Because this is nature
And you’re just a citizen
In a world of legislature