The town ordinance must be obeyed
Even if it means a species is slayed
They know it happens once a week
Their heads are chopped just like meat
When they hear the engine combust
They really wish that they could duck
Grounded firmly with their roots
There's no escape from the swinging noose
There's no chance to run nowhere to hide
Greener than green some narrow some wide
Few live long and grow tall
Others are chopped and fall
If they're lucky they'll get hit by a wheel
Most likely though they're fate is sealed
It's a grim life for those outdoors
Humans bring mayhem in their chores
An extra little boys get paid
Witness the gore when blade meets blade