Lizzy, Lizzy in a tizzy
How does your garden grow?
With fragrant roses to tickle our noses,
and friendly daisies all in a row.
But I cannot see, that tiny tree
that I ponder sat just there.
Oh that little tree, no longer part of me
T’was torn from the earth, given no berth
And while I am kindly, it was done quite blindly
that little tree, that’s no longer part of me