Henry

I just saw Henry walk up the library ramp With a piece of prairie grass in his mouth With a piece of prairie grass in his mouth Hold your tongue, the leaves are on fire Miles and miles of corn, just meet me in the middle I just saw Henry walk up the library ramp He leaned over the edge of the ramp and spat it below On to the ground, on the ground Hold your tongue, the leaves are on fire Miles and miles of corn, just meet me in the middle I don't know why he did what he did I'm thinking that maybe he was just a kid