We'd watch for the right size and color
But I think that our peach tree was cursed
Because all of the squirrels, and birds, and bugs
Wouldn't wait as long, so they'd get there first
If you wait too long for a thing to be ripe
Then just before you know it, it's spoiled
If you wait too long for your turn to bite
Then your perfect plan will be foiled
Go outside, take what's there
It can be yours, even the squirrels will share
Go outside, take a bite
You will never taste anything perfect, try as you might
We'd watch for the right size and color
But I think our peach tree was cursed
Because all of the squirrels, and birds, and bugs
Wouldn't wait as long, so they'd get there first
If you wait too long for a thing to be ripe
Then just before you know it, it's spoiled
If you wait too long for your turn to bite
Then your perfect plan will be foiled
Don't be too picky, in the pursuit of picking peaches
That's what the story of the poor peach tree teaches
Don't be too picky, in the pursuit of picking peaches
That's what the story of the poor peach tree teaches
We'd watch for the right size and color
But I think that our peach tree was cursed
Because all of the squirrels, and birds, and bugs
Wouldn't wait as long, so they'd get there first