Morton Opts For The Long Form To Make His Point

As the dandelion whitens with age,

She beckons to the seed carrying breeze

Then shakes her hoary locks and leaves the stage

And lets her children float away at ease.

For some reason, monkeys are supposed to care

What happens to some stupid stupid weed

And all those stupid seeds filling the air

With nothing around for Morton to eat.

The stupid seeds get up Morton's nose

And make him sneeze ha-choo ha-choo ha-choo.

Ha-choo ha-choo ha-choo ha-choo, he goes.

Ha-choo ha-choo ha-choo ha-choo ha-choo.

Instead of stupid flowers, Morton needs

Candy, candy, candy, not stupid weeds.