Girth McDürchstein's 'The Hedge'! — The Lyrics

The Love Song of Gregor Samsa

Gregor Samsa woke one morning
To find that he was now a bug.
He did not know how this had happened.
All he knew was that he slept too late.

The sales manager knocked on his door,
But Gregor could not get out of bed.
His tiny legs just shook in silence,
And then, suddenly, he lunged to the floor.

A few weeks passed, and Gregor
Was now hidden under the couch,
So his family would not get scared,
So they'd crack a door at dinnertime.

Gregor! Gregor! Gregor! Oh, Gregor!

Boy, a month went by, Gregor died,
A rotten apple in his bacik.
Before he had gone to the grave,
He attached himself to the wall so they wouldn't take his painting!

Oh, the rotten apple burned his back,
And all that Gregor felt was pain.
A coat of dust had turned him a dullish-brown.
The three kind boarders had run away.

Oh, Gregor, we still love you.
We're sorry we threw that apple and lodged it in your back.
We're sorry, we're so sorry
That we didn't ease your pain.

Gregor! Gregor! (We still love you!)