Busy little woodpecker
Working on my wood deck or
Slowly making my maple hollow
Flighty feathered headbanger
Do you know I said "Dang!" or
Something that my grandkids should not follow?
I'm sure it won't be long til
Your percussive song will
Be heard somewhere further from my yard
'Cause as sure as kings are crowned and
Lightning streaks toward ground, man
My tree is gonna fall and fall hard
And you'll set a new precedence for
Speed of changing residence or
Bouncing back from friendship lost and gained
And soon a neighbor nearby
Will experience the fear I
Once did when in my backyard you had reigned
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