crisp shadows
cold clear light
clouds of charisma
flowing overhead

as mister munched his apple i thought of that trump
smug as a demented caesar
saying he's going to give the indigenous back
the rights to their sacred land
while the oil company pirates guffaw in their swank boardrooms
i thought that of that trump doing the saudi sabre dance 
and i felt the same revulsion yet again 
and every time i see that horrid face
i think if we can't save our national parks
how will we save our local parks
and if we can't save our local parks
how can we save our national parks
and if we can't save our parks how 
can we save our planet?

so i keep on talking
and i tell a friend
who really just wants mister
and then i tell two young fellows 
getting high by the water
and they say they love pets
and they want to get involved
and they say they are trippin'
and i say i'm sorry, i get a little excited
i'll end my stump speach
and they say naw, naw, i'm trippin' on life!
and i say hey, that's a very good thing
but as i cross back over the bridge i think
maybe i am too intense 
maybe i should calm it down
i need to find a way to be
emphatic yet not overbearing
but i get a little too excited
and my passion rises
when i talk about green, green space.