Lonely litlle carpenter,for twisted wool... Lone...Standing tuft.. Defy...The foot.. What age are you in carpet years Is it spring and you're the first to wake Or are you old but still strong enough To keep what winter wants to take... Lone...Standing tuft.. Defy...The foot.. Is it luck that you're still standing And you've not been flattened too Do you tremble in the litlle wind that Squeezed out by my shoe Lone...Standing tuft.. Defy...The foot.. Has your tuftiness mutated so Your strands are made of steel Is it sheer determination you'll never bend beneath the heel Lone...Standing tuft.. Defy...The foot..