I, I want to chop the tree
Carry the wood and burn the leaves
And when the job is done
Well then this old boy will have had his fun
Hello, hello hollow tree
I've come to read your eulogy
And I want
I want to plant and sow
And make my garden grow
And if my garden dies
Well then this old boy will have feared no flies
So long, so long sleepy bear
I've turned your bed into a chair
And the last I saw, she was at the station
43 bags for only a week's vacation
If I see her again, it will be the end
Oh, oh
