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I Left My Coat in a Tree

I left my coat Hanging on a tree. A few days later What do I see? A small bird nest In my small coat hood. In that nest were eggs, And I thought that was good. A few days later What do I see? Three or four hatchlings In my coat in the tree. A couple of days later A storm came along. I found my coat on the ground And the hatchlings were gone. I left my coat Hanging on a tree. I hope the chicks flew away And are happy and free.
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Christmas Trees Hate Christmas

Christmas trees hate Christmas

It may be obvious why.

Christmas is the day 

That all the Christmas trees die.


As the days till Christmas 

Start counting down

The trees all tremble

And if they could, they’d frown.


As parents walk around the tree lot 

With joyful children in tow,

The trees watch in horror wondering 

“Who is next to go?”


The children point to different trees, 

Each shouting “Let’s get this one!”

The trees pointed out desperately wish 

That the ground would open up and swallow them.


Then there is the ax. 

Oh, the horrid tree’s bane!

The metal edge glints evilly in winter sunlight,

It’s cold metal hacks at every tree vein!


Oh, how the Christmas trees hate Christmas day! 

Blasted be the human tradition

Of chopping down innocent trees

For one single day in a season.


Each tree hopes every year 

That they are not chosen 

But the trees need not fear

Perhaps they will all go to heaven.


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