Sadder Day in the bark,
I think they’re tearing my forest down.
Homeless birds, squirreless herds,
Mother Nature tumb-a-lin’ down.
Dillweeds sawing, bungholes clawing,
Refusing to go green.
Like carpenters gone wild.
Can you dig it, no I won’t,
Been protesting such a long time,
Till Sadder Day.


Sadder Day in the bark,
I think a new Walmart will go there.
Sadder Day in the bark,
Next up is a gigantic job fair.
Future paper, meet your Maker,
A man making copies,
The staple-sorted kind.
Will you help me change the world?
Can you dig it, no I won’t.
Been protesting such a long time.
Till this Day.

Bridge:
Fast motion buzz saws, spewing sawdust right my way.
A tan man can still make money his own way
Once cut down, all is lost
All is lost.

No more life in the bark
Everyday’s a carbon copy.
No more life in the bark.
Will have to go and plant a new tree.
Peckers happy, clean yet sappy,
The squirrel cuddles his nuts,
Awaiting his mating call.
Can you dig it, yes I can,
And I’ve been planting such a long time.
For today.