Mr. Natural

I don’t really know if I ever get to see you again
The branchy things above are breaking in the cold and falling in
Old Mr. Natural made of grass did he burn?
A smokey old scarecrow who would never learn
All of his stuff gets pecked by the birds
A hollow head is all he heard
He invited me to his cardboard chalet
A better time could not be had he’d say
Though he’d mussed up so many other times
He had to ask me anyway
I don’t really know if I’m ever going to see you again
The branches up above are breaking in the cold and falling in
Cover the place when you spread yourself on the ground