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 TREES

words by Joyce Kilmer music by (P.D.)

adapted by Tom Lehrer

I reckon I shall never see A pome as purty as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth finds room Against old Mother Earth's bazoom, A tree that looks at God all day, Because it cannot run away. A tree that may in summer wear A mess of buzzards in her hair, On whose bazoom the snow has lain, Who now and then shacks up with rain. Pomes are made by jerks like me, But only God --- I said God --- I mean God --- Can make a tree.

Original poem by Joyce Kilmer:

free sheet music for the original song may be found online, e.g., at digitalcommons.library.umaine.edu