Spake the Lord: Logger man,
Cut the trees from the plain
Cause we gotta have grain,
So Saskatchewan’s your first stop.
Then Africa’s land needs a lot more sand –
So every tree on Sahara you’ll chop.
Oh, and take from Sudan
Whatever you can – Keep swinging that axe till you drop.
Then run logger man as fast as you can
Cut the north and south polar trees.
Cause I made a mistake
And we need to remake
Those lands into a deep freeze.
And the logger chopped
And the trees they dropped
And he did as his lord had told
And the grain grew high
And the sand did fly