one mischievous little woodpecker
another day, pecking your holes
ruining the woods, tree wrecker

the angry old forest god turned your poor beak into a poison knife

poor little woodpecker
your nesting holes are all tainted, your food with toxins rife

touch your friends, and they all will die, falling at your feet

oh, sad little woodpecker
poisonous tears, shining brightly, as they stream down your cheeks