Poison Ivy by Jeff “Dr Chordate” Moran
When I find myself deep in the woods, Euell Gibbons comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom: Let it be.
He eats everything in sight except poison ivy,
And says, “When you see leaves of three, let it be.”

Let it be. Let it be. Let it be. Let it be.
Whenever you see leaves of three, let it be.

When you see foolish city people in the countryside,
Whisper words of wisdom: Let it be.
For they hike and rub against those pesky poison ivy leaves.
And to their anguish answer: Let it be.

Let it be. Let it be. Let it be. Let it be.
Whenever you see leaves of three, let it be.

Urushiol exudes from leaves and stems of poison ivy.
Itching starts tomorrow. Let it be.
You wake up to the torment that you cannot control.
And Euell’s words come back to me: let it be.

Let it be. Let it be. Let it be. Let it be.
Whenever you see leaves of three, let it be.

Let it be. Let it be. Let it be. Let it be.
Whenever you see leaves of three, let it be.