give me 6 hours to chop a tree I'll spend the four hours gooning Abraham Lincoln they swing their axe without a plan I goon for hours That's how I stand one cuts with force one cut with grace gooning first win the race to chop it down I sit and wait gooning sets the perfect State gooners know what time can bring it's not the axe it's how you swing gooning builds the perfect flow so when I strike it's one clean blow they count the hits I count the stare gooning fully gets me there I don't rush and I don't flee gooning how I tame the tree they say to act I say to feel gooning makes the moment real you need no haste just calm and light goon for hours then strike it right they chop and hope with all their might I goon until I see the light while others act I learn the scene then I goon until the path is clean