The Tree

You see, this is the story of a tree who had big roots so he could not wear boots

He had so many arms no one could wrap him in yarn.

I’m getting off-topic her,  but the tree I am talking about is actually quite near.

Birds would rest in his branches up high, chirping from day to night.

Horses would come riding by with a neigh and under his branches, a platypus lay.

But then he heard some news; one day, the birds had no feeling for his plight, so they all took flight.

He sulked and stuttered as though he were covered in worms when the inspector came and he said with a smirk:

this tree is not healthy, this tree is diseased, oh please get me an axe and hurry not to worry; it’ll be nice and easy. But when the smirker's back was turned, he arranged his branches to show some little birds waiting to grow.

The man in the truck said, We can’t chop this down, see? Look what this tree has been concealing, but we have been revealing this platypus den and these bats practising zen. This is not true, you just want the tree to be gone, too.

No, said the inspector. No, no, no! What will I do, where shall I go! And of he ran to his blue-green house.