Do not make a soup of me
Lover of grubs, lover of tree
Do not make a stew of me
No clothes, no shoes, no finery
Please do not make a fricassee
Feathers and feet and downy
Woodpecker big, woodpecker small
Red cap, no cap, spotted shawl
Do not fell the rotting tree
Home of my hole bird family
Do not make a soup of me
Just drumming my territory
A misty fog mourning, me
Hearing the helpful bird's loud plea
Rhymes of what woodpeckers sing
Up the tree, down the tree, working
This is not fancy, nor long
Just a poor woodpecker's sad song