The Tree of Irony
In a town down in Texas,
Lived a man in a tree.
He used to be a Sailor,
And spent his life at sea.
After twelve years of service,
His fate cruely got him.
When sailing around the Horn,
His ship went to the bottom.
The papers called it tragic,
The death of so many men.
And as the lone survivor,
Swore he'd never sail again.
Then he moved to Santa Fe,
Built a cabin in an Elm.
Said goodbye to the water,
And that tree became his realm.
For twenty years he lived there,
But not a friend did he make.
How ironic when a twister,
Dropped his cabin in a lake.
Though he drowned that very day,
You know Heaven wouldn't cheat him.
When he reached the Pearly Gates,
All his shipmates there to greet him.
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