The Perfect Tree
Off we go! Into the forest
Mom and Dad and me
We'll have great fun, while looking for
The perfect Christmas tree!
They're all around us
Those Christmas trees, they come in every shape, and size
But we won't settle, 'til we find the one, that's perfect, in our eyes
Here's the one! My Mother screams!
Isn't it just great!
We'll decorate it, love it, feed, Oh! I just can't wait!
This tree by far outshines them all
Father, dig it from the ground!
And as he swings his pick to dig
We hear a chirping sound
The sound is that, of a robin, fair
Tucked warm and secure in the tree
We shouldn't disturb, the beautiful bird
On Christmas Dad, should we?
So giving the bird
A stroke on the breast
And a bit of bread to suffice
We find a lonely little tree
Not quite as nice, but nice
We dig it up, and bring it home
And then we decorate it
And when it's done, we sit around
The tree to celebrate it
For on top of the tree
Instead of a star
A bird, placed for all to see
A robin, fair, is shining there
In memory of the perfect tree