In the dark night stood
A tall, tall tree
Covered deep in a dark hood
An old, old tree
Its roots branched out
And spread in the sand
Reaching far, far out
Right in the middle of the land
The branches swayed in the wind
A thick trunk hit the floor, hard
The leaves were nowhere
For the tree was bare
There was a hole, a huge one
Leading inside the hollow tree
Sitting on a stool hidden from the sun
Was the iron man leaning over
He chopped and cut
Moulded the pieces of iron
Thud, smack and a krut
Working away in the night…