Lonely, Lonely Tree'D Limb As Thee. Poem by Michael Gale

That lonely limb that did support yourself...
That lonely limb that did help stay you, as a helpless rag doll, tossed upon a shelf.
That lonely limb that kept you nice and safe...
Until that Knight, in shining armour, made you not more wait.
You, yon happy damsel, with a smile to thee...
This knight did come to your heart-to make both happly free.
That final day your prince had come, to you with bent on knee...
He did pluck from one hidden lone pocket, a ring to state you rate.
Your heart did become his wanted passion-his final happy fate.