I am a wood cutter
With an axe sharp
Subtle yet strong
I am a wood cutter
With a head gear
Moustache and muscles
I am a wood cutter
Just out of a picture book
As you all have seen me
I am a wood cutter
Of woods that are bad,
Dead still stand obstruct
I am a wood cutter
Who seeks permission from
The birds that dwell on it
I am a wood cutter
Of woods that are bad
Yet obstruct paths
Slowly I cut, cut and cut
May not push as time would
Over many more dead trees
That obstruct and destruct
I am wood cutter
Straight out of picture books
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