Woods – 21st February 1988

Play in the woods in my backyard
Concrete streets are too rough and hard
Fall in the softness of the grass
Saving you from a painful arse
They came and cut down my lovely wood
Destroyed everything they could
New houses where they needn’t be
They didn’t leave a single tree
Everything, I guess, must take its toll
The trees ended up as toilet roll

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