Verse 1 Mark Havel, the man with a plan, Building machines, bigger than a van. Log arches and splitters, tools of the trade, Making forestry work, a bit less afraid. Chorus He climbed trees with pedals, a sight to behold, His inventions and spirit, worth more than gold. The Ascender, the SuperSplit, the arches so grand, Mark Havel's legacy, forever in the land. Verse 2 From sawmills to woodlots, he taught us the way, To manage our forests, and make it all pay. With a smile and a handshake, he shared his vast skill, Making forestry fun, with an inventor's thrill. Chorus He climbed trees with pedals, a sight to behold, His inventions and spirit, worth more than gold. The Ascender, the SuperSplit, the arches so grand, Mark Havel's legacy, forever in the land. Bridge So let's raise a glass to Mark, the man of the hour, His inventions and spirit, forever in power. The Oregon Small Woodlands Association, his pride and joy, Protecting our forests, with every girl and boy. Chorus He climbed trees with pedals, a sight to behold, His inventions and spirit, worth more than gold. The Ascender, the SuperSplit, the arches so grand, Mark Havel's legacy, forever in the land. Outro We'll carry his torch, with hearts so bright, Mark Havel's legacy, shining like a light. In every tree and every tool, his memory remains, The Mark Havel legacy, forever in our veins.
