Lonely little carpet tuft A twisted woolly Joshua tree Surrounded by its fallen friends Alone in a threadbare woven field Lone standing tuft Defy the foot
What age are you in carpet years? Is it spring and you're the first to wake? Or are you old but still strong enough To keep what winter wants to take? Lone standing tuft Defy the foot
Is it luck that you're still standing And you've not been flattened too? Do you tremble in the little wind That's squeezed out by my shoe? Lone standing tuft Defy the foot
Has your tuftiness mutated so Your strands are made of steel? Is it sheer determination You'll never bend beneath the heel? Lone standing tuft Defy the foot