[Intro]
Whiskers twitch, the forest sighs in order
Nuts lined like books on a quiet border
[Verse 1]
I wake to rustle rings of neatness, screws and string
Acorns A to Z, a chalkboard of the spring
Somewhere in the pines a whisper keeps its vow
That every nut has a label, every shelf is holy now
[Pre-Chorus]
I stash my mood in the barrel of a plan
Count and compare, map the branches, scan the land
[Chorus]
Who wrote the rules of the nutty parade?
Who turned my stash to a ledger, neat and swayed?
I chase the clue through the oak and thorn
Till the alphabet ends, and a mystery is born
[Verse 2]
Footsteps click on pinecone floors, I trail the trace
A scent of cedar, a calendar’s embrace
A figure moves like shadowed wind across the bark
Alphabet assassin, leaving marks in the dark
[Pre-Chorus]
I add up clues the way I add up nuts
Dot the i’s, cross the t’s, in dust I trust
[Chorus]
Who wrote the rules of the nutty parade?
Who turned my stash to a ledger, neat and swayed?
I chase the clue through the oak and thorn
Till the alphabet ends, and a mystery is born
[Bridge]
A tail flicks—reassurance or a dare?
I find a note: “Patience, traveler, be aware”
If order hides the chaos I once knew to fear,
The guardian grins, a friend might appear
[Chorus]
Who wrote the rules of the nutty parade?
Who turned my stash to a ledger, neat and swayed?
I chase the clue through the oak and thorn
Till the alphabet ends, and a mystery is born
[Outro]
I learn the map is mine to redraw and claim
Not every line needs a name to keep the flame
I’ll keep the stash, but share the lore I’ve earned
Across the branches where the lessons turned
