Did you ever wonder where Uncle Bob went after being berated by that Elf?
Did he vanish into the mists of time, or just fall drunk off of the top shelf.
Perhaps he went tree felling over at Fort Lauderdale.
Perhaps he went into the forest, high as kite looking for those giant snails.
Did you ever wonder where Uncle Bob went on that faithless day?
Did he finally realize that killing trees would no longer pay?
Let me tell you that I know exactly where Uncle Bob went,
Away with the pixies my boy, and now there’s only silence.