—apologies to the Beatles and “Norwegian Wood

I once made guitars
And built up a small company
The instruments were inlaid
So they’d look good, with Indian wood

My guitars gathered fame
For their fine riffs, and as state gifts
But then I suffered a raid
The government grabbed the wood I had

They told me the woods that I’d purchased had a legal flaw
According to Indian, but not to American, law

But my competitor
Uses the same wood and was ignored
The government plays a lyre
Made from that good Indian wood