The Secre-tree

The trunk is big and strong as the school safe,

The twigs are pointy and sharp as pencils,

The branches swerve like typing fingers,

The leaves rustle like piles of paper,

Ann and Paula are nuts,

The roots are tangled like telephone wires,

The bark shreds like paper in a shredder,

And at night the sound of the wind is the sound of Ann and Paula chatting and drinking coffee while the telephone rings.