Georgie ran from Winnipeg, where the smoke tasted like fur and fear, The fella had No papers, no proof—and Doctor Graham has let him loose. Doctor Graham keeps saying no, and now animal services lingers like a storm we can’t outrun, Pass the papers, we plead and beg, it's lost it's fun. I thought maybe we could fix this with some juicy Jumbo’s under a Pantone sun, Warm enough to make things right, Georgie and the shrub in their endless fight.