Chop, chop, timberrrr
down go the trees
with their falling leaves.

Lumberjacks, woodsmen
come galloping across the woods,
searching for more
trees to chop to gather their goods.

The woods no longer has any green,
as they have taken away the beautiful scene.
The unwelcome have now become mean,
As there is no life to be seen.

Woodland creatures have no homes,
so all they can do is sit and moan.
We now know he strangers are
the enemies and killers.
But who are the friends and the healers.

Chop, chop, timberrrrrr
down go the trees,
with their falling leaves.