Verse 1
It isn’t any good being made of wood,
Providing homes and nourishment, but still misunderstood.
Chainsaws are devastating our neighbourhood,
It doesn’t pay to be a tree these days.

Verse 2
It’s simple, can’t you see, that our luscious greenery
Is there for more than just providing pleasant scenery.
But every day they come at us with their machinery!
It doesn’t pay to be a tree these days.
Oh, leave us be,
And let us help the planet breathe.
Don’t cut and chop,
Please just stop!

Verse 3
It won’t be long, we fear, until we’re all gone from here,
Making room for grazing land, it’s why we disappear.
Without some drastic action then our future’s clear!
It doesn’t pay to be a tree these days.
Oh, leave us be,
And let us help the planet breathe.
Don’t cut or chop,
Please just stop.
Don’t cut and chop,
Please just stop.
Please just stop.