The Little Acorn

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 --- The Little Acorn - Fruit Bats