The town where I live
Saint Chéron
Are surrounded by woods

Or maybe the woods
Is encloaked in
A faint sarong
I should be wrong

🌳

But trees is wood
And woods is tree
You see

🍁

And try as I could
I can’t
For the life of me

🐞

Imagine
Being surrounded
By a tree
Not being a squirrel
Or a Beatle
At least recently

But you never know
Maybe the wood’s
Norwegian, he he!

🇳🇴