the fact that I bet plants just hate being sung to, but there’s nothing they can do about it, the fact that they’re just sitting ducks, the fact that they can’t get away, the fact that it’s like going to a school concert, thirty beginner violinists, forty eager vuvuzelaists, the fact that maybe that’s why trees try to grow tall, just to put some distance between themselves and all that singing and tree-hugging going on nearer the ground,