Miserable Mrs. Green sit by yourself and think awhile

Of all that once could have been instead of what is now

How does it even feel, you're no longer Madame Butterfly

Yesterday operas have quickly passed you by



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Mrs. Green, you're older but you're really no more cleaver

Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never think at all



Volumes of photograhs held in your Einsenhower hands

Newer world intellect could never understand

You tore yourself apart all for the neighborhood and kids

And never forgave yourself for acting as you did



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Where is your family and why did they lock you up inside

And what will they talk about after you have died

Who scared the birds away by lining the nest with demands

And using the iron first but not a helping hand



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Mrs. Green I know you're not as happy as you can be

As you watch my next leaf turn, you're turning green with envy over me