Oh, how the pine-tree shook!
Oh, how the pine-tree roared!
As the violets, that looked with their blue eyes
From his knotted feet,
Screamed in their purple blood underneath the broad-wheeled wagon,
And the red strawberries, with their pouting lips,
Oh! how they splashed with their sweet blood
The broad wheels
Of the ruthless wagon.
In vain did the laurel hang