The Giant Elm follow’d and proudly look’d down
On the pitiful plots of their foes with a frown.
The Ash, pale with anger, derided “the crew,”
And the smooth-temper’d Purple Beech look’d rather blue.
The Chesnut grew heated, and roasted them well;
And bitter the taunts of the Almond-tree fell.
The Apple and Pear both maintain’d, in their spleen,
That the fruit of their folly would shortly be seen.
The Laburnum, the Lime, and the Beech seem’d afraid,
But the Hawthorn was pointed in all that she said,