Standing high above all other trees

The leaves of pine rustles and

Dances with the breeze.


When the sun shines so bright,

In the summer sweet-

Birds of colour dark and light

Sits on it and tweet.


Oh! When the parrot on the pine

Sits with pleasure great,

The parrot seems to hide in

Both's green so great!


Now the lonely pine has so much company

The pine now laughs with the bee and its honey!


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