Sammy sits in a tree
Wondering if he'll ever leave
Leave him alone, he doesn't know
The world is out to get him
Eating the leaves, hanging on
To the branches
He wasn't pleased, when you told him
To get down from there
Don't you hurt him anymore
He was nothing but a chore
Even then, he was the sweetest thing
He doesn't know what the world thinks of him
And when you're walking I'll follow you home
And when you're happy I'll make you cry
It serves you right