Tall and straight and dignified,
Bowing with a graceful pride,
Having not a thing to hide.
Bees come looking for your honey;
Leaves are smiling bright and sunny;
Breezes laugh as though 'twere funny.
Years and years I've watched you grow:
Watched your blossoms come and go;
Wondered what you feel and know.
Little boys climb on your knee.
When I'm weak your strength I see,
Great big, friendly, stalwart tree.
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