Putting Out the Tree

Taking down the Christmas tree, Oh, what an awful mess! Needles scattered here and there, A pain, I must confess Tangled up in lights I fall, Ornaments crash to the floor; Itchy pine's upon my face, Please help me find the door! No one lifts a finger, Some had the nerve to laugh; Pine and sap embraces me, Boy, do I need a bath! Farewell to the vacuum, For now, the pain is done; Next year I'll chop another, So tree farm, here I come!