There is unrest in the forestThere is trouble with the treesFor the maples want more sunlightAnd the oaks ignore their pleasThe trouble with the maplesAnd they're quite convinced they're rightThey say the oaks are just too loftyAnd they grab up all the lightBut the oaks can't help their feelingsIf they like the way they're madeAnd they wonder why the maplesCan't be happy in their shade?There is trouble in the forestAnd the creatures all have fledAs the maples scream, "oppression"And the oaks just shake their headsSo the maples formed a unionAnd demanded equal rights"The oaks are just too greedyWe will make them give us light"Now there's no more oak oppressionFor they passed a noble lawAnd the trees are all kept equalBy hatchet, axe, and saw
Buried was the bloody hatchet. Buried was the dreadful war club ;, Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. There was peace among the nations.
You’re a gentleman,” they used to say to him. “You shouldn’t have gone murdering people with a hatchet; that’s no occupation for a gentleman.
I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
When the tree is fallen, all goe with their hatchet. [When the tree is fallen, all go with their hatchet.]
Bury the hatchet, but leave the handle sticking out.
Father I cannot tell a lie. I did it with my little hatchet.
I learned a long time ago that you need to bury the hatchet. No need to hold grudges. That only weighs you down.
Don't operate on the heart with a hatchet.
I knew there was an old axe down cellar; that is all I knew.
For me, Molly Hatchet is high school. It makes me feel like I have hair and a future.
If you will work in co-operation, forgetting the past, burying the hatchet, you are bound to succeed.
I went about the job in a direct way. I took the hatchet in both my hands and vigorously beat the fish on the head with the hammerhead (I still didn’t have the stomach to use the sharp edge). The dorado did the most extraordinary thing as it died: it began to flash all kinds of colours in rapid succession. Blue, green, red, gold, and violet flickered and shimmered neon-like on its surface as it struggled. I felt I was beating a rainbow to death.
Not all nine-fingered girls have hatchets, she said in Tradertalk. Some of us just tried to have a conversation with a snapping turtle. (Sandry to Daja, referring to her conversation with Tris.)
