Written Together
There once was a Tree,
Happy as can be.
Even though this tree had no teeth,
It would still play with its friend Keath.
One unfaithful day,
Keath never came to play.
Tree worried all through the night,
Perhaps he'd finally given Keath a fright!
For how could it be,
That Keath love a Tree.
The next morning,
Keath's mom came mourning.
Keath's stinger had been lost,
And Tree knew the cost.
Their time together will not be forgotten,
For he knew a way to have his story written.
Keath and Tree may never again be,
But alas he is free.
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