“Pushin’ up Tulips”

He’s committed a crime,
And though nobody died,
For the wreckage he leaves,
You hope he’ll be tried.

It seems that too often,
He hurts with his furry,
He’s causes you pain,
Then leaves in a hurry.

He knows how to crush you,
Without being mean,
He’s a hit and run friend,
With carnage unseen.

You don’t see him coming,
You won’t see him flee,
But I know who’s guilty,
I’m afraid – that it’s me.