Grab The Stick

Beat it
A bundle of flowers
On the window you’re looking through
Bless your story
Beat it
Climb up the oak tree
Close your eyes
Grab the stick and follow
If you never dream
You’ll never fly
Then you get old
And you can’t see the oak tree anymore
But a traffic light so alone
Beat it
Morph into the oak tree
Hail the brotherly love and religious toleration
Leave it
Fly upon repression
Of this whole sad planet earth
Grab the stick and follow