THE silver birch is a dainty lady, <br />She wears a satin gown; <br />The elm tree makes the old churchyard shady, <br />She will not live in town. <br /> <br /> <br />The English oak is a sturdy fellow, <br />He gets his green coat late; <br />The willow is smart in a suit of yellow, <br />While brown the beech trees wait. <br /> <br /> <br />Such a gay green gown God gives the larches-- <br />As green as He is good! <br />The hazels hold up their arms for arches <br />When Spring rides through the wood. <br /> <br /> <br />The chestnut's proud, and the lilac's pretty, <br />The poplar's gentle and tall, <br />But the plane tree's kind to the poor dull city-- <br />love him best of all!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-s-song-in-spring-2/
