Oh gently giants How are you so old? Calendar after calendar Shaped from your sacrifice Crowned producer so cleverly a meal maker Sun fed in joyous morn, your hazy green unfolds a shady relief Making most of your day, you silently forge another ring By evening your clothes are wondrously worn from visible labours Nay with your resourceful reasoning you shall stitch and recycle whilst rewarding your tiny helper And in your night, naked and fasting, sipping your mineral (homemade) tipple and contemplating your next great day...... Our year a tree day Bare, bud, green, gold This is how you are so old!