His name was Jack Pine

And he died for our sins,

Still he stands in a line

With his wires and pins.

While other trees ’round

Freely reach for the sky,

He is lashed to the ground

Without roots and bone dry.

There once came a day

When his wires went dead,

For mankind found a way

To use cell phones instead,

Still he stands there in line

As the new age begins;

His name was Jack Pine

And he died for our sins.