Am a Silly Old Tree

Have leaves that remain still; Give shade to all, with good will; Of ego, am free Am a silly old tree. A vehicle comes near; His pall of smoke I do fear; Need to give more oxygen; In turn for a little pollution! Of ego, am free Am a silly old tree. A weary traveler comes, with hunger in pursuit And gladly picks up a juicy fruit Does the name of Isaac Newton ring a bell? His wisdom spoke, because my fruit fell? Of ego, am free Am a silly old tree. Use my leaves for house Tap my bark for some gum; Am here to serve you In all this world's humdrum Of ego, am free Am a silly old tree. Nay, my friend shed no tear; On the morrow, the woodcutter comes near; Will give him my best shade; Even though he will use the blade; Of ego, am free Am a silly old tree. With many a blow of his mighty axe clear; Now will become firewood for his dear; Of ego, am free Am a silly old tree. A sincere request from the tree; Plant me and be ego free; Of ego, am free Am a silly old tree.