Miserable Mrs. Green sit by yourself and think awhile Of all that once could have been instead of what is now How does it even feel, you're no longer Madame Butterfly Yesterday operas have quickly passed you by (Chorus) Mrs. Green, you're older but you're really no more cleaver Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never think at all Volumes of photograhs held in your Einsenhower hands Newer world intellect could never understand You tore yourself apart all for the neighborhood and kids And never forgave yourself for acting as you did (Chorus) Where is your family and why did they lock you up inside And what will they talk about after you have died Who scared the birds away by lining the nest with demands And using the iron first but not a helping hand (Chorus) Mrs. Green I know you're not as happy as you can be As you watch my next leaf turn, you're turning green with envy over me