Mom, How Are Babies Born? (song)

Acorns and oak trees,

Talk to the birds and the bees. 

They chirp and chime,

The days away,

Until one day,

They died. 

But wait what is this?

A baby tree!

Brown, green and immature, 

It stands alone,

In the middle of the wood,

All alone it sways,

In the wind

Waiting to grow into 

The tree her mother was. 

The years go by,

She stands strong and true,

Listening to the earth around,

Tweet tweet, a bird  flies from afar,

And makes his home in the tree's branches,

She smiles and laughs

As he tickles her leaves with

Sticks and moss from below.

The years go by,

She stands big and beautiful,

Harvesting the birds and the bees.

(sung in slightly electronic tone)