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There once was a man
whose name was Stan
One day walking along
whistling a happy song
When he did see
a most splendid tree
And made a big mistake
something from it to take
‘Twas ever so tragic
for the tree was magic
He was frozen in place
to his utter disgrace
Birds nested in his hair
and critters from everywhere
Used him all the time
as a means to climb
For he could not move
nor even to disapprove
And so it is I’m guessin’
we should learn a lesson
If ever a magic tree
you should happen to see
You’d better keep it real
and nothing from it steal
Or you could be frozen
that’s just what I’m supposin’
Teresa Marie 1/29/12 ©
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