• There sighed once
    A sad little tree
    Who often would cry
    In his own misery

    He thought to himself
    That he had not a purpose
    And feeling quite lonely
    Declared himself worthless

    'Till one summer day
    When along on a journey
    A young, strapping boy
    Had found it too sunny

    Beneath a still limb
    He found sound reprieve
    And what else should happen
    But his shade should leave

    For the sad, solemn tree
    Became overwhelmed with joy
    And dancing about
    Lost his purpose to the boy