The Fir stood erect, for he seem’d to opine
That their sun for a very brief season would shine;
While the well-meaning Walnut, foreboding their fall,
Crack’d a joke, for he cared not a fig for them all.
The Poplar drew up with a feeling of scorn,
And the Cypress looked sad, and the Yew was forlorn.
The Plane smoothly spoke, and the Hazel the same,
But the Scarlet Oak redden’d with anger and shame.
At last they resolved, to blot out the disgrace,
To stand fast by each other adorning the place;