With apologies to the Fab Four, here’s a song I wrote a couple of years ago to the tune of Yellow Submarine. It’s called, A Street with Yellow Trees.
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who looked at trees
And he told us of his life
On the street of yellow trees
So, we drove all around
‘Til we found the bark of green
And we lived beneath the trees
They’re the prettiest ones we’ve seen
We all live on a street with yellow trees
Street with yellow trees, street with yellow trees
We all live on a street with yellow trees
Yes, the eyes they please, but they make us sneeze
And the drifts pile up like snow
But there’s no place for them to go
And the band begins to play
We all live on a street with yellow trees
Street with yellow trees, street with yellow trees
We all live on a street with yellow trees
Yes, the eyes they please, but they make us sneeze
Full steam ahead, Mister Tree Master, full steam ahead
Full steam ahead it is, Sergeant
(Cut the fable, drop this fable)
Aye-aye, sir, aye-aye
Captain, captain
As we live a life of ease (a life of ease)
Every one of us (every one of us)
Has all we need (has all we need)
Flow’r of yellow (Flow’r of yellow)
And bark of green (bark of green)
They’re the prettiest (the prettiest)
Trees we’ve seen (trees we’ve seen)
We all live on a street with yellow trees
Street with yellow trees, street with yellow trees
We all live on a street with yellow trees
Yes, the eyes they please, but they make us sneeze
We all live on a street with yellow trees
Street with yellow trees, street with yellow trees
We all live on a street with yellow trees
Yes, the eyes they please, but they make us sneeze