Fellin' Her Fig Tree

It has grown as high as a steeple.
It has grown as high as a steeple.

Fellin' her fig tree.
Pickin' up pulp on my driveway that once was so clean�
Looks like fig cream.
Each time the wind blows, another bushel rains down, causing more asphalt flaws.
Where's my chainsaw?

Grown high as a steeple,
Well, now the time has come.
Gonna cut it deep till
It cascades to the lawn.

Grab my McCullough.
Prime it and sharpen the chain to cut a swath that's clear.
No one come near!

Look at me workin!
Gnawing through rock-hard wood, sawdust flying everywhere.
Timber! Beware!

Grown high as a steeple,
Too tall, its time had come.
So I cut it deep till
It fell and wrecked the lawn.

I felled that fig tree.
Died like the larch in a skit by the group with snake name,
They of "Grail" fame.
There's my McCullough.
Covered with dust that blew off from the tree that I shaved.
Now I'll repave.

Once high as a steeple�
Now a pathetic stump.
Hold back all the people,
While the wood chipper runs.