The generous and the selfish Oh mighty tree! How barren ye stand, this wintry day, While mortals, we, are wrapped up full, In Clothes all warm, to keep away chill. You shed thy leaves and give thine warmth To the bare feet of men, Poorer amongst us, While we greedy men Grab all the wool from yonder sheep To keep us warm and snug. Oh lofty tree! How proud you stand, flowers all in bloom, All through the spring, spreading thy fragrance to one and all, And we petty mortals, care not at all, We squeeze them in bottles to be sold as perfumes For the exclusive use of a privileged few. Oh generous tree! You stand so tall All full of leaves on a quiet summer day, We hapless men stand almost bare To shove away the scorching sun’s glare. You give us fruits, so tasty and sweet, They tickle our taste buds and make us go crazy! And yet we men, we merciless men, Cut down ye trees to fulfill our needs, Oh what a pity!