I was standing alone

Minding my business

When a mischievous beaver

Took a bite out of me, oh yes!

Just look at what he did to me

He wanted to use me in his dam

But I fooled him, I still stand

Where did he go?  On the lam?

Maybe if he will not come back

Could I recover from his gnawing?

Unless a big strong wind blows

Then I might just be falling.