I left my footprint
on the woodcutters head
and left him lying
by the oak now dead.
I went for a stroll
and noticed his saw
I found his car
...oh dear!, it's no more.
A wheel over here,
A door over there
an axle now scrapped
I've stripped it quite bare.
Now All that's left
is a chassis in black
a footprinted head
and a car for the scrap.
Moral of the tale.
...what the lord gave
he taketh away
[sometimes he moves
in mysterious ways..].


Although it's not really true I know that! I wonder why he chopped it down? It would be interesting to know.









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