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Mocking Willow

Willow tree, Oh willow tree
Why do you make a face at me
Don't I bring you lots of friends
That play with limbs you hang for them

In the moonlight from my window far
You wave Goodnight beneath the stars
Still, I see some playful spite
A face to mock me in the night

Willow tree, Oh willow tree
This funny face I make back at thee
With bulging eyes and crinkled nose
I turn my back and touch my toes

My fanny waves high in the air
If you don't like it, I don't care
You're always making fun of me
Now how you like it, Willow Tree

Oh willow tree, Now weeping tree
Those playful words I did not mean
You know you are my best tree friend
But, there's that stupid look again

(10/30/2014)
Mocking Willow
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