A Book for Kids by C.J. Dennis

High on the hills, where the tall trees grow, There lives an axeman that I know.

From his little hut by a ferny creek, Day after day, week after week, He goes each morn with his shining axe, Trudging along by the forest tracks; And he chops and he chops till the daylight goes -- High on the hills, where the blue-gum grows.