The Birtch Bark Trees
The three birch trees
Stand high on a hill
Each one had a trim
Their top parts removed
As the time went by
Slowly the limbs grew
They began to sprout
Branches and green leaves
Now its Autumn
Their leaves have turned brown
Hanging to the branches
Ready to fall
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