walking over pleasant land
spotted a lonely tree
with my glove in hand
waved two fingers at thee
friends and i were in shock
tree endured every weather
as it began to swiftly rock
falling like a feather
enraged that lonely tree had fell
was around at break neck speed
then alas i did compel
that it was a dying breed
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