Look down by the wall; it is standing there now.
It blossoms in springtime, and many a nest
Has been built there by king-bird and robin redbreast;
And other birdies too oft come to the tree
And sing there and swing there, oh, so merrily;
They make it all summer our joy and delight;
And in fall of the year 'tis a beautiful sight
When the clustering wealth of its apples is seen—
Its ruby red apples all set in their green!
—And Willie? Yes, he grew up, too, young Willie-