As I look out my window,
What do I see?
Bluebirds 'n robins,
Baby birds and willow trees.

But when wind gusts howl,
And tree branches break,
The lawn fills with debris,
Then WB has to get a rake,

Willows are too messy,
Wild Bill says every night.
But to me there's nothing
More lovely,
Than a willow tree in sight.