I think that I shall never see A thing as lovely as a tree. But as you see the trees have gone They went this morning with the dawn. A logging firm from out of town Came and chopped the trees all down. But I will trick those dirty skunks And write a brand new poem called 'Trunks'.

I think that I shall never see

A thing as lovely as a tree.

But as you see the trees have gone

They went this morning with the dawn.

A logging firm from out of town

Came and chopped the trees all down.

But I will trick those dirty skunks

And write a brand new poem called 'Trunks'.



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