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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Come listen my darling if you'd like to know The very sad tale of a tree long ago And what has become of that tree still today For letting its vanity get in the way Down by the river that flows deep and blue A beautiful plant called the Willow tree grew Beside the cool waters each bright sunny day With the other fruit trees it would gather to play Of all of the trees bearing fruit fresh and pure The Willow thought it had the greatest for sure The fruit of the Willow was tasty you see Juicy and plump it was sweet as could be The Willow said “My fruit is surely the best” “It’s clearly much better than all of the rest” It soon was filled up with such a smug spirit Other fruit trees couldn’t stand to be near it They told all the fairies who lived in the wood And asked them for help with this mess if they could The fairies then spoke to the smug Willow trees And asked them politely if they’d stop it please The Willows just laughed at the fairies request Saying “You are all jealous ‘cause we are the best” Now everyone knows fairy magic is feared The Willow trees fruit very soon disappeared And never again has the Willow trees root Been able to grow even one piece of fruit So there by the river its secret it keeps And that, dearest child’s, why the Willow tree weeps
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