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