(Shel Silverstein)      Well. he rode through the woods on a big blue ox   He had fists as hard as choppin' blocks   Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall,    That's Paul.      Talk about working when he swung his ax   You could hear it ring for a mile and half   He'd yell timber and down she'd fall   For Paul.      Talk about drinkin' that man's so mean   That he'd never drink nothin' but kerosene   A five gallon can is a little bit small   For Paul.      Talk about women that man's so lusty   Needs a woman ever hour just to keep from gettin' rusty   Young ones run and the old ones crawl   To Paul.      Talk about tough well he once had a fight   With a thunderstorm on a cold dark night   I ain't sayin' who won but it don't storm at all round here   Thanks to Paul.      He was ninety years old when he said with a sigh   Said I think I'm gonna lay right down and die   'Cause sunshine and sorrow I've seen it all   Says Paul.      Says there ain't no man alive can kill me   Ain't no woman left can thrill me   And I think a heaven just might be a ball   Says Paul.      So he died and we cried.      It took eighteen men just to bust that ground   Took three or four more just to lower him down   Then we covered him up and we figured that was all   For Paul.      But late one night the trees started shaking   And the dogs started barking and the earth started quaking   And out of the ground with the hi ye all   Came Paul.      Well he shook the dirt from off his clothes   He scratched his ass and wiped his nose   You know being dead wasn't no fun at all   Says Paul.      He said now up in heaven they got harps on their knees   They got clouds and wings but they got no trees   I don't think that's much of a heaven at all   Says Paul.      So he jumps on his ox with a fare thee well   He said I'll find out if they got trees in hell   And he rode away and that was all we ever seen   Of Paul.      But the next time you hear a timber yell   That sounds like it's comin' from the pits of hell   Then a boomin' laugh and a ghostly wail   Like somebody choppin' on the devil's tail.      Then a shout and a call a crash and a fall   That ain't no mortal man at all   That's just Paul...