Cut down that tree!
the lumbermen cried!
She's so ugly and
so slipshod!
With her flaky head
lost in the clouds
and her feet in the filthy sod..
But all who loved her
encircled her
and kept her from the axe and
the blade
and in the spring with
new roots she was shod
and clad in a jade
laceleafslip from God.
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