Today I cut down a tree
It was necessary you see
I saw an oriole fly to it yesterday
Out of our bird bath and I worry today
I hope it still has a place to be
And a nest that's still there despite me
I think he had another tree
At least that's what my conscience tells me
But it was either my nest or his
And what a bad tree he chose
And I can use a chain saw
Poor oriole, that's just how it goes.
