The tree outside stands straight and tall And never can lie down at all; For if it once should take a rest, I fear for each small swinging nest; And so untiredly it stands And holds up in its leafy hands The little nests ; and soon and late I bless my good tree, tall and straight, I bless its kind strong loving arms, That hold the birds and nests from harms, It never does grow tired at all, I love you, Tree, straight, kind, and tall. |