Am a Silly Old Tree
Have leaves that remain still;
Give shade to all, with good will;
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
A vehicle comes near;
His pall of smoke I do fear;
Need to give more oxygen;
In turn for a little pollution!
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
A weary traveler comes, with hunger in pursuit
And gladly picks up a juicy fruit
Does the name of Isaac Newton ring a bell?
His wisdom spoke, because my fruit fell?
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
Use my leaves for house
Tap my bark for some gum;
Am here to serve you
In all this world's humdrum
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
Nay, my friend shed no tear;
On the morrow, the woodcutter comes near;
Will give him my best shade;
Even though he will use the blade;
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
With many a blow of his mighty axe clear;
Now will become firewood for his dear;
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
A sincere request from the tree;
Plant me and be ego free;
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
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