Niagra the Beavers a survivor
he flogs the tree branches for a fiver
but the log's are all his alone
the dam is so strong resists a bomb
and the river diverts with its flow
but as time goes by evelution kicks in
and a new breed of logger is born
The Maple is king,not long and thin
like Birch and you can keep the oak
like Dino's of old,they won't do as they're
told,and will readily sink in a tooth
like a buzzsaw on speed
demolish the reed's,make way for
launch pad for log's,as beaver chew's
through a cry of Timber to
another tree meets its end
As one tree die's another is born
from Acorns mighty oaks are reborn
stronger and fitter thats natures way
as only the fittest survive
but as one grows old,make way
for the young,your days on this earth
are done,we all have our day
we all loved to play,but now is the
time for the young,evolution has decreed
modifications you see,more advanced
models now are on show,so bow to
her might,time to flit out,let nature
have its way,was the same in the day
the same for the future to,
We did our job,got smacked in the gob
got pushed and pulled along the way
but now at the end,we can all be friends
no matter the colour or creed,fur or feather
or a hide like leather lets down a few pint's
to her nib's,perfect she is not,but she
is all we have got,so sing to the Beauty
of Mother Earth,a Toast my friend
not to an end,but to a future anew
and time can go on and so can the song
but iv run out of things to say
so i bid thee farewell i'm off to the bell
a pint for my mouth to greet
it will go down well as the sun here is hell
and a thirst to quench is a must.