The Maple is a dainty maid,

The Pet of all the wood,
Who lights the dusky forest glade
With scarlet cloak and hood.

The elm a lovely lady is, 
The sumac is a gypsy queen,
In shimmering robes of gold,
That catch the sunlight when she moves,
And glisten, fold on fold

The sumac is a gypsy queen,
Who flaunts in crimson dressed,
And wild along the roadside runs,
Red blossoms in her breast.

And towring high above the wood,
All in his purple cloak,
A monarch in his splendor is
The proud and princely oak.
Anonymous
Thank you, Acelia for the lovely pictures!
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