From the tree to the hand to the page
From the tree to the hand to the page
From the tree to the hand to the page
Singin' bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

I asked the tree: "What will you be?"
I asked the tree: "What will you be?"
I'll be a page in your diary
Singin' bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

I asked the hand: "What will you be?"
I asked the hand: "What will you be?"
I'll be the best tool in history
Singin' bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

From the tree to the hand to the page
From the tree to the hand to the page
From the tree to the hand to the page
Singin' bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

I asked the quill: "What will you be?"
I asked the quill: "What will you be?"
I'll be the best scribe that I can be
Singin' bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

I would circle around and cross the T
I'd dot the I most gracefully
I'll be an ink stain on a writer's knee
Singin' bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

From the tree to the hand to the page
From the tree to the hand to the page
From the tree to the hand to the page
Singin' bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

I asked a dazed child: "What do you see?"
I asked a dazed child: "What do you see?"
What's that there on the mantlepiece?
Singin' bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

From the tree to the hand to the page
From the tree to the hand to the page
From the tree to the hand to the page
Singin' bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Singin' bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Singin' bye, bye, bye, bye, bye