I chopped down a tree

I chopped down a tree
To make an axe

Now why would I need an axe, you ask
Why, I chopped down a tree
To make an axe
To chop down yet another tree
To make another axe
So I can chop down more trees
So I can make more axes;
That’s how I earn my living
Ain’t nothing wrong with that

Still everybody asks me “why”
When certainly the more important question is:
Which one came first?
The tree? The axe?

For it’s gotta be the tree
Who started all of this
And I am just a victim.

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