“THE RED ROWAN TREE”
Out in my garden, near the wall, There’s a pretty tree growing, so slim
and tall. Its leaves are just little leaves, all on
one stem, And in autumn red berries down-dangle from them.
Berries in bunches, shining and bright, For when they are juicy ripe, tawny or red, • And to some of the birdies they are a delight. I find them all scattered around on the bed. And why? Well, I’ll tell you! the boughs are so light, And the greedy old gobblers, quarrel and fight. So they flutter and snatch, and they squeal and they squall, And as fast as they bite off the berries! they fall! And will you believe not a berry down there, Is eaten until the tree’s boughs are all bare? Now this is quite true, but it puzzles me oft, When I see those old quarrellers sitting aloft! “The Red Roan Tree” certain folk pronounce it, others say “Rowan.” but you may do as you please!
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 79, 4 February 1944, Page 3
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167“THE RED ROWAN TREE” Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 79, 4 February 1944, Page 3
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