Singing Tree

There was a tree

grey and old,

he loved songs

 new and old.

 But he would sing

 only for fun,

 when he was happy

 and not glum.

He was a home to birds

big and small,

birds were lovely

and tree loved all.

Birds were cheery

and loved to have fun,

they would sing

when  tree was glum.

Woods were joyous

when tree would sing,

 tree was happy

when birds would sing.

It was joy

and it was fun,

 birds were ever happy

 tree was never glum.

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