How hast thou bore oh lush filled tree
quite full awash with leaves
abundant fruit that bend below
thy branches striking breeze
But then alas the storm assailed
brought havoc on thy bough
and stripped thee of thy canopy
the fruit that thou endowed
How didst thy leaves but go away
and make thy branches bare
the poachers took them one by one
without a note of care
And though thou tried both day and night
produce yet more supply
they plucked them over once again
saw not the tears thou cried
Now barren lone cast by thyself
with all those plucked far gone
to seek another tree to gut
left thou to be withdrawn
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