THE UNHAPPY PINE TREE
I
I am a little pine tree.
I do not like to be a pine tree.
My leaves are needles.
Needles are not pretty.
I wish I had gold leaves.
II
In the morning. Why do the trees look at me?
What has happened?
Gold leaves! Gold leaves!
Just what I wanted!
Good! good! good!
III
To the robber. Do not take my leaves.
I want them.
They are beautiful.
Give them back.
No leaves! No leaves!
I wish I had glass leaves.
IV
In the morning. Oh, how beautiful!
Glass leaves! Glass leaves!
No robber will take them.
I can keep them.
I am so happy!
V