Mrs. Green - The Posies

Miserable Mrs. Green sit by yourself and think awhile

Of all that once could have been instead of what is now

How does it even feel, you’re no longer Madame Butterfly

Yesterday operas have quickly passed you by

Mrs. Green, you’re older but you’re really no more cleaver

Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never think at all

Volumes of photographs held in your Einsenhower hands

Newer world intellect could never understand

You tore yourself apart all for the neighborhood and kids

And never forgave yourself for acting as you did

Mrs. Green, you’re older but you’re really no more cleaver

Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never think at all

Where is your family and why did they lock you up inside

And what will they talk about after you have died

Who scared the birds away by lining the nest with demands

And using the iron first but not a helping hand

Mrs. Green, you’re older but you’re really no more cleaver

Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never think at all

Mrs. Green I know you’re not as happy as you can be

As you watch my new leaf turn, you’re turning green with envy over me