Fig tree you've come alive as I walk by;
The neighborhood is watching you;
Even yonder pear tree.
A benchmark every spring;
Yet you're really not so free
Can I sample you in summer?
You're transported from Italy.
He even fought a war with Tripoli.
Don't be jealous little tree;
Down in fall, up in spring.
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