I will gather the apples before they fall,
But not my apples, your apples,
If you'll let me.
You planted the tree with good intentions
But we all know how that goes.
And they'll soon go to waste.
I'll also clean your windows,
Mow your lawn,
Walk your dog,
If you let me.
You planned to do it all,
But we all know how that goes.
I'll even take out your garbage
If you let me, so long
As I can rifle through your trash.
You bought that stuff with good intentions
But we all know how that goes.
And I can make a living of your waste if you'll let me.
And what's more, don't put it past me to wait
Until you're bothered
By the unused scrap of land
And are ready to let it go for a song.
I'll sing the song if you'll let me.
And pound out a golden paper
If you'll let me, if you'll let me.
I am the care-free scavenger.
My life is easy, risk-free, almost.
Because I know how that goes.
And I am willing to work and wait.
