Deep in the forest where the green grass grows,
The tree is tall
and the grass is small
Anything that you could think, like data links, or hockey rinks.
Made of its boughs is a very small house.
There lives an old hermit and his little pet mouse.
So if you were to venture one day into that same forest,
and you saw with glee this tree,
that one who knows all,
whose limbs make a house,
that happens to be inhabited
by a hermit and a mouse,
Well, I’ll say “yippee!”
‘Cause that tree is ME.