His name was amos, he had wings on his shell,
he was green, and he could hardly smell.
In winter all he saw was white,
in summer green and apple pie.
He rarely noticed anything but these
until he found himself on his knees.
He says that life treats him bad, but he doesn't know what bad is.
And he says that he's seen it all, but he hasn't seen anything yet.
Now Amos, found himself on the ground.
Dizzy, head spinning round and round
in a place he'd never been before,
the lowest floor.
Where everyone had thier own set of keys,
and plants rarely grew into trees.
He says that life treats him bad, but he doesn't know what bad is.
And he says that he's seen it all, but he hasn't seen anything yet.