Greenman, why do you grin so?
Is there something I should know?
Carved into this wooden pew,
I think it’s I – should laugh at you!
Since you are trapped inside this place
While I can leave, by God’s good Grace.

Little man, the day will dawn
When you and your new god are gone
Then once again, my roots will grow
And my true face will freely show
So please excuse this little smile
If I’m amused to wait a while