THE TREE:
Spring is here, spring is there
Jaunty spring is everywhere.
Young and wild, pure and free
Nature's oozing like old Brie.
Ha ha ha, life ain't so bad
When asparagus is shooting like mad.
So much fun to be had in spring!
All around flowers grow,
Nature's juices freely flow.
Even though well concealed
In my lonely room, I feel
Almost like a living thing.
Before long you'll hear me sing
An ode to spring.

THE GARDENERS:
To induce new growth in a tree it must be properly pruned.
Spring is here, spring is there
Green stuff is everywhere.
Quick, the tools! and begin!
Show these plants some discipline.
Ha ha ha, rot and decay,
Useless wood and weeds, cut 'em away
With no delay.
Trees that have been grown inside for weeks and months may well be close to death
Without any outward sign...

THE TREE:
Spring is here, in the air.
Don't just leave me standing there
In my pot. All I ask
Is that you do your gardener's task.
Cut my roots, cut my crown
Cut me up, tear me down
Just like Edward Scissorhands has gone to town
Don't hold back
Chop and hack and hack and chop, don't you stop
Can you still see no blood?

THE GARDENERS:
No, we don't see a single drop.

THE TREE:
Cut some more, go ahead!

THE GARDENERS:
We think you are already dead.

THE TREE:
If I'm betrayed by hope so leave me be.

THE GARDENERS:
My friend, alas,
All things shall pass