8 LINE POEM
INTRO: F C F C D E
F C F C F C
E F D G F
C F
Tactful cactus by your window
C F
Survey the prairie of your room
C D
Mobile spins to its collision
E F
Clara puts her head between her paws
C F
They've opened shops down on the westside
C F
Will all the cacti find a home?
C E
But the key to the city
F Dsus4 G F C
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky Oh...oh
OUTRO: F C F C
F C F C
