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Webcampbell — Stereotypical Poem About Trees
Published: 2003-11-10 04:03:44 +0000 UTC; Views: 71; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 3
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Oh tree, tree, treeYou are not me
With my eyes I doth see
The tree that you can be
The wind makes you so free
No reason nor ability to flee
Oh tree, my big, green tree
Oh tree, tree, tree
On your branch sits a birdie
Your leaves make me my tea
Your trunk shades all of me
Your flowers make me sneeze
Yet they bring the ladies glee
Oh tree, my big, green tree
Oh tree, tree, tree
You give jobs in forestry
You hide some infantry
You kill people that ski
You still don’t talk to me
Sometimes I don’t agree
With your existence, my big, green tree
Oh tree, tree, tree
You taste not good to me
Yet I knaw so happily
My saw will set you free
And then we both can be
In some form of harmony
You and me, my big, green tree
Oh tree, tree, tree
Your oxygen lets me breathe
But still I disagree
With your right to stand and see
All that surrounds me
I’m glad that you don’t bleed
No messes, my big, green tree
Oh tree, tree, tree
Your uses continue, endlessly
Too bad you will not live to see
The paper that you make for me
And all the books that no one reads
A better place awaits for thee
Timber! My big, green tree
Oh tree, tree, tree
The flames consumed all of your family
Your benefits can be synthesized artificially
We have no use for you; we make believe
At least we’ve still got three
The Lorax and his prophecy
Conclude this touching story
My tree, my tiny, mangled, ugly, black, lifeless fantasy
