The great magnolia tree stands high like the clouds

Looking down at us while we look up at him.

He looks so tall and stands so proud

The Great Magnolia Tree

He sees us every day

And envy's that we can play

We can walk and move and

Do whatever we want

While he is stuck on the soil, dry like sand.

The poor Magnolia Tree

With a swish, the leaves so green will soon fall off

My Great Magnolia Tree