Sitting in My Tree

I often sit alone up in a tree

Waving to the ones that wave at me

I think well just how stupid can they be

Waving to a man up in a tree

What they don't know is I am counting them

I even count the ladies and the men

I put the numbers in my little book

And only me can ever have a look

All I ask is a piece of mind

Which I lost somewhere down amongst the mess

All I want is for people to be kind

And walk slower to be counted when they pass

I think well just how stupid can they be

Waving to a man up in a tree

I know that I will have to stop my fun

When I meet a girl who I can not count on

Maybe marry her and happy we would be

Not counting but a-sitting up a tree

I put the numbers in my little book

And only me can ever have a look

I think well just how stupid can they be

Waving to a man up in a tree