Careful with that axe you may
Chop the branch your sitting on
Tumble ungraciously
Spitten at whomever
Unpleasant words
That find their home
Not on a page but inside your heart
No the apple don't fall
Far from a tree
You can try fooling yourself
But you're not fooling me
Careful with the stones you throw
You may break that house of glass
You spend your life inside
And while you point your finger at everyone
Can't you feel,
The rest of your fingers are pointing at you
No the apple....
Like the wolf dressed as a sheep
You cannot travel far
Before people close to you
Discover who you are
Careful with that baby when you
Drain the bath you don't throw it out
And lose everything that you once held dear
No the apple