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There's a cracked egg lyin' in your pigeon's nest
and you're sittin' on it like it's yet to hatch
There's still time to fly away but there's a catch
You better get that armadillo off your chest
Your forest needs a couple lumberjacks
cause your wooden face is nearly petrified
but there is no shady place for you to hide
if Paul Bunyan comes or the thunder cracks
so turn Make a hairpin turn as the old crow flies
If you're off the track then you can improvise
When you fall behind, don't pick up the slack
If you're makin' time, you might as well turn back
turn back - turn back - turn back
Course I find you out on the same old branch
one that's more than ready for a good buzzsaw
Either way, you're gonna have to take a fall
for the next tornado or an avalanche so turn
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I'm a mighty redwood so you best take heed
Reach in all directions and they'll count your rings
To the spotted sapling how the cold moss clings
and your brittle limbs will never go to seed
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