Stand clear the man who smokes a pipe
For he's a feeling, thinking soul
He loves a tree and the fruit when it's ripe
Or the birth of a new foal
He's a sure man and stubborn as an ass
But he might listen to you
So if your afraid to get too close then pass
For his friendship is tried and true
A child knows the kindness of his heart
And will nudge right up to him
He'll shed a tear and with a word he'll part
And another soul he'll win
Trespass not on his pleasured pipe, dear
For character is in that wood
Abide well his words every one you hear
They are gifts for the good