I think that I shall never see
Aught lovely as a pulpwood tree.
A tree that grows through sunny noons
To furnish sporting page cartoons.
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]A tree whose fibre and whose pith
Will soon be Gumps by Sidney Smith,
And make to smile and eke ha ha! go
The genial people of Chicago.
A tree whose grace, toward heaven rising,
Men macerate for advertising—