Shattered apples, I picked you up under a tree, red wormy apples, I ate you....
That lets God out.
There were three green birds on the tree, there were three wailing cats against a green dawn....
'Gene Field sang, "The world is full of a number of things,"
'Gene Field said, "When they caught me I was living in a tree...."
'Gene Field said everything in Chicago of the eighties.
Now he's dead, I say things, say 'em well, too....
'Gene Field ... back in the lost days, back in the eighties,
Singing, colyumning ... 'Gene Field ... forgotten ...
Back in Arkansaw there was a green bird, too,