Ouch! Timber! lyrics

Each splinter of a timber is unknown

Until it comes to lodge in the body.

The splinter is at full attention

Until its removal.

A tree is cut and falls unnoticed

And a forest is downed in silence.

Perhaps the splinter in its minuteness

An omen of the pain we may incur

When the final timber is cut.

The leaves no more will fall

Nor the fruit

The splinter is mightier

Than The Sherman*.