They are here from the nursery
They’ve come to chop down my tree
Well not completely chop it down
But at least to chop off its crown
I find it such a useful tree
I don’t know where I would be
Without its cool shade in summer
Perhaps a little glummer
In winter all its leaves do fall
So the sun shines on my wall
And it brightens my little flat
The very one I am at
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