Tick tock tick tock
The Giving Tree is on the dot
Smack in the middle of a room
Wrap its leaves into a crown
And in the hour
You're feeling sour
Take the sap and warm her heart
The Giving Tree sacrifices a plenty
Tick tock tick
She doesn't appreciate it
But that's her fault don't force it
Don't hide it
Let it flourish
Let it breathe
You must always love the Giving Tree
And in the hour
You're feeling sour
Take the sap and warm her heart
The Giving Tree sacrifices a plenty
Tick tock
Out of time
Red to brown
Lemon lime
The Giving Tree is gone, gone, gone
She chopped it down with her ax
And let it fall, fall, fall
You've made the crown and turned it upside down
You drank the sap and warmed her heart
You are no longer needed
And in the hour
You're feeling sour
Take the sap and warm her heart
The Giving Tree sacrifices a plenty
But now, not any more.
*Inspired by Florence + The Machine Dog Days Are Over
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PoetryA collection of poems to pass the time. All poems are written by me.
