The Wood Boy

The Wood Boy


There once was  a woodman who loved his work
But he didn't have a son to do it with him
While he ate one day in his sorrow of no son
He took up some wood and began to carve
Soon he held the likeness of a boy
Though only three inches tall
It looked so perfect he said to himself,
"I'll make a wood boy, and the right size too!"
So after his work he'd sit down to carve
And he'd carve and he'd carve and he'd carve
He was only half done by the end of the week
But at the end of the next it looked just like a boy
The boy in the wood looked like he was twelve
He was perfect and kind and lovely to behold
The Lord looked down at the sad Woodman
And he thought to himself "He needs a son"
So he reached down from heaven, down to the earth
And he touched the boy made of wood
And right then and there he was flesh and blood
He said "Hello Father," and the woodman looked up
He started and smiled and blessed the Lord
For no carving could speak, and none stood before him
But a boy made of flesh and blood
He was strong and handsome, ready to work
And he did with a will and a smile
He'd work till sundown and be up with the sun
And he never would grumble or frown
But always at sundown on the day he was made
He'd disappear for the night
And thought no one knew it (Except the one up above)
He always was wood on that night
When his old father and just as old mother departed from the earth
his feet rooted down, and his arms grew long and
Behold! He was a tree.

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