Maple chopping song.
I just kinda threw this together as i chopped maples.
Chopping till our arms fall off.
And its not soff! (soft only making it rhyme)
Maples get cut.
As my cat watches and hes a mutt.
The logs are made of maple.
And for firemaking thats staple.
My rune is breaking.
And the maple is making.
The lost shot.
Not be for a bot.
But for a plain.
Normal or main!
User to chop.
Then it will be cleaned with a mop.
In our invatory we see a pile of logs.
As the night fogs.
So i know the day has turned to night.
And return tomorrow i might.
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