It is merry time, since
It is christmas and I am
The christimas tree,
Decorated with colored
Bulbs, ribbons, showthings,
With children running
Round me, fellows partying
And dancing with gifts given
And taken, Santa claus
Dropping in with more gifts,
Everyone happiest
In the year closing in.
I have only this day more
To live and see merriment,
Tommorrow, I will be carted
To the waste dump to join
Billions of Christmas trees
All over the globe together.
Man why do you cut us
Trees live in so many numbers
Just to decorate your place,
Is just merriment enough,
Leaving us to proctect you more.
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