What is that noise - when will it stop
The Birds pondered in the tree
And the Spider raised eight eyebrows
Toward the noisy mystery
The Centipede with all his legs
Ran fleeing from the din
While the frightened Woodlice curled up tight
As their home shook from within
The Monkeys ran along a branch
To escape the awful sound
As the leaves that were shaken loose
Drifted to the ground
And then once more the air was still
The Chainsaws job complete
And the last tree in the forest fell
To make way for the street...
From my smoking ganja hippy warvet days.
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