That is the title of this song, written by my friend Leslie. It's funnier to hear her sing it, but the lyrics hold up well as they stand on the page. It has sort of an ancient folk-song feel, perhaps medieval by way of the Society for Creative Anachronism:
He goes into the forest deep
I sit I wonder and I weep
He's looking for sticks
He's looking for sticks for to beat me with
I sit I worry and I pray
He searches all the livelong day
He's looking for sticks
He's looking for sticks
Long Round and Thick
He beats me with sticks
He beats me with sticks
with sticks with sticks with sticks.
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