But I have more of symmetry,” she said.
A languid willow, musing, softly murmured:
“Yes, shapely is the elm, and tall the pine;
But see, oh, friends (she made a sweeping courtesy),
You must admit that gracefulness is mine.”
“Ah, well, that’s not the point,” replied a maple;
“’Tis not of grace we’re talking, not at all;
And as for form, why, I am well proportioned:
And as for height, why, one may be too tall.”
“Hold!” cried a tulip tree; “am I not shapely?