I, I want to chop the tree Carry the wood and burn the leaves And when the job is done Well then this old boy will have had his fun Hello, hello hollow tree I've come to read your eulogy And I want I want to plant and sow And make my garden grow And if my garden dies Well then this old boy will have feared no flies So long, so long sleepy bear I've turned your bed into a chair And the last I saw, she was at the station 43 bags for only a week's vacation If I see her again, it will be the end Oh, oh