The Apple Tree had stood in that spot
50 years or more Cooking apples it produced
green and big,
I'm sure
the birds,
the little caterpillar's,
and a few old wives
had made their lovely crumbles
and pies and tarts
their knives
had cut them
put some toffee around them
sticks pushed through them
Then one day
A dog came to the Apple Tree
cocked his leg hey hey!
meditating no doubt
in the shadow of that tree
When a great big branch
camed crashing down
and crushed him mortally
The moral of the story
If your under some old tree
Make sure there's no dead wood about
Yea, just Look up and see