[Verse] I must be barking up the wrong tree, Needles falling, can't you see? Leaves whisperin' gossip in the breeze, Sep-timber blues, trees ain't pleased. [Verse 2] Old Mr. Tree droppin' jokes like confetti, Needles all scattered, sweater game unsteady, Roots deep but needles dancing in the wind, Knitting dreams, always droppin' like sin. [Chorus] Why don't trees weave and crochet? Droppin' all needles, they sway. Sap flows in September's groove, Timber ain't in the mood, got nothin' to prove. [Verse 3] Branches swayin', no clappin' applause, Knitting needles fallin’, that’s a definite cause, Wooden humor thicker than tree bark, Sap flows slow, leavin' a mark. [Verse 4] Least favorite month, Sep-timber's cry, Trees shedding burdens, reachin' for the sky, Season change hits hard, leaves no blame, Nature's comedian, trees ain't tame. [Chorus] Why don't trees weave and crochet? Droppin' all needles, they sway. Sap flows in September's groove, Timber ain't in the mood, got nothin' to prove.