The tiny terrorism tree

The tiny terrorism tree
Has not been seen for years
´Cause it was smaller than a flea
Just growing out of tears.

But then the tree was pretty big
There was a lumberjack
Who thought this tree was just to sick
So he would have to hack.

The lumberjack, George was his name
He grabbed his saw and axe
And said that it would be a shame
But else everything would end up in chaos.

The tree had fruits on ev´ry branch
Which Georgie wants to eat
And take them back home to his ranch
´Cause they were big and sweet

So Georgie cut of one hole limb
And, yes he liked to hack
And ´cause the tree was not a whimp
He wanted to stroke back.

He hit George straight into his face
George screamed: you dirty hound!
And swore that he would some time raze
This tree into the ground.

George took the branch back home and he
Ate fruits till they were gone.
He was ashamed he had to flee
He told that to his son.
The tiny terrorism tree
Lived further on and on.