My Tree with Rotted Roots and Neon Hair (in one of those hair-thingies, you know) the mountain spring gushes a whole bunch and the happy splashes race each other down the mountain but stop for breath every now and then because they aren't in shape yet then run down again in their zig zag patterns I like to watch the happy water who wins I like to watch the angry water who loses I like to watch the sad water that cannot run anymore I like to watch the water take a bath and get all nekked In big, bright pools of radiance It's a good show, you know only costs 2.25 a person (unless you are five or under, who are excellent on ice) sometimes I run with the water for fun Like the fool who doesn't belong and I jump in the pools of radiance but I avoid the dark pool, because it is full of piranahs because running down the mountain is good for you And piranahs bite pretty mean But the bottom of the mountain is like swimming in a twinky filled pool Because it is full of snakes, spiders, wolves, and cows Beware the cow buddhas, for their stomach clock can cause headache And they bite pretty mean But hold their stones and say "Look, a glacier!" So I tell them "Yea not sniders, wakes, spows and colves, your stones are as ducks to the almighty dollar!" But they only look constipated So I drag some up against the racing water dropplets But I forget how strong they are since they left the spring 'Cause they are in shape now So I swim up the mountain and take 2.25 from the twinkie (Unless it is a senior citizine, in which case they die of heart problems) And I wash out their mouth with bright, radient water Or pirannahs, which ever I get to first The spring is still spouting, but all of the splashes are in the pool ash and fire are being sucked up by the big vacum in the sky and a skeleton from pompeii will say hiya In a most cordial fashion, like a brother Because I owe him ten bucks Robin Carrier