Walked in the gloamin', eagled-eyed.
Yet somethin' spatial I ain't spied.
Near night and my eyesight isn't workin' too good, oh no.
"Stump thing!" yells me, "my shin's bruised--something's wood."
("Stump thing!" yells me, "my skin's bruised--something. . . .")

I'm the kind of guy who likes to cry
When I get injured below the thigh.
It's too close to see. . .too much copse in these woods (copious copse)
Stump thing, felled tree; pine refuse bumped shin good.
(Stump thing, felled tree; pine refuse bumped skin. . . .)

I cannot see; it's a midnight hue,
But something struck toes, bruised me, despite the shoe.
The tree's fallen from above
And gives my feet a me-bawling shove
(I give a peep like a skeet-shot dove)

No wattage shone in this forest land;
I felt wood on my heel; cussed at once, "Shite!" "Damn!"
Oh, my whacked two feet hurt; I'm weak
And my sole don't feel good (sole woe)
Something felled me--my skin's bruised--stumblin' good.
(Something felled me--my skin's bruised--stumblin'. . . .)

I can't walk home 'cause the swelling's bad.
Oh why couldn't there be a nice moleskin pad
That I could plaster on wrecked feet?
Then I could stroll real good (stroll home)
Stump thing felled me; I'm injured, suff'rin' good.

Stump thing felled me; I will succumb in woods
(Stump thing felled, and I will succumb. . . .)
Stunned, they'll knell me, 'ttired in: sepulchral hoods.
(Stunned, they'll knell me, 'ttired in: sepulchral. . . .)
Sunk half-twelve feet; I'm into something wood.
Something wood, something wood, something wood.