From the wind near the trees
Comes the late summer breeze
With sunlight pouring around it

From the wind near the trees
And the late summer breeze
And the sunlight pouring around it

Comes the evil Cinevil
Who likes to eat Shreevils
And toss them around in a fit

Then the wind near the trees
And the late summer breeze
And the sunlight pouring around it
Turn to ice and snow
Much later, you know

Then the ice and the snow
Will go and blow
All the evil Cinevils away

So the Shreevils will be fine
And the sun will still shine
Though the ice and the snow still blow
‘Til next summer shall come and go