I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
And it looks like you been had
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space,
So get off my back ‘n get out my face,
Cause I’m mean and green and I am bad!
For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round -- Wherefore when boughs are free -- Households in every tree -- Pilgrim be found? Perhaps a home too high -- Ah Aristocracy! The little Wren desires -- Perhaps of twig so fine -- Of twine e'en superfine, Her pride aspires -- The Lark is not ashamed To build upon the ground Her modest house -- Yet who of all the throng Dancing around the sun Does so rejoice? -Emily Dickinson