Said the woodcutter

Said the woodcutter to the tree
Fell you I must, I hope you see

For hearth and home, food and life
Well being of son, daughter and wife

But a last wish to you I grant
Before I cut you, dear plant

I can, from you, many things make
But, today, your desire I do take

Tell me what most you wish to be
Table, chair, couch or settee

Or, anything else which to you is dear
From you I´ll make, I promise here

Said the tree I always knew I´d fulfil
My life´s purpose, by your axe and will

Settee, couch, table and chair
For all these, I don´t much care

Conscious thou, and thine, may be
But knoweth not, as mine, and me

Of furniture there may be no dearth
But nought will free you from this Earth

Sit or lie a few inches above the ground
Fast to it you will always be bound

Here, together, we must forever reside
And owe each other, ´tis noblesse oblige

Fell me you must, that I do see
To give to thee, ´tis my destiny

But, if I may, I´d like myself
Most of all to be your bookshelf

To be there for books that speak
Of truth and wisdom, and for the weak

And if still a bough there is left
A guitar do make, so with your deft

Fingers you may strum, and with song
Tell of me, and our love of long