In the Distance, o’ Axes Rollin’ Past

In the distance, o’ axes rollin’ past,

A great Chop! creatin’ such intense drama.

The trees very brown and mute which they cast,

And yet, they all resemble great honour.

Tremblin’ through the air, in the blue-back cold.

O’ love brought to nature, ain’t not normal.

Cuttin’ trees down in Split! ne’er gettin’ old.

Trees beggin’ for peace, they don’t want battle

They, trees, vital for human character.

Bringin’ joy to the wilderness, just for,

The great lovin’ to their Mother Nature.

Leavin’ trees on their own will bring galore.

Leavin’ trees on their own will be quite fast,

In the distance, o’ axes rollin’ past.