Sanctuary In a Protective Oak Tree
In a weathered oak tree with a sense of fun
There is a heart-shaped room with room for but one.
Door leading to it says For Honey Bun.
To be used by B, a miniature nun.
Her sanctuary in this protective solid oak tree
Is exactly where she forever after wants to be
If she ever invites non Catholics in for a bit of tea
I would very much like to sit next to Nun B.
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