The first new tree is tall and good
It gives hard dark brown burning wood
When winter comes it stands right outside
With its blossom-laden arms spread wide
The second new tree gives out sweet sticky fruit
And it took a long time to take root
Sometimes we thought it had given up the spririt
But now it makes me happy when I'm just standing near it
The third new tree stands just west of the barn
His best branches grow thicker than my arm
I will water him every day
And I will chase all the termites away
But the fourth new tree is my enemy
Yeah, the fourth new tree shouldn't be here
The fourth new tree
Sets its tendrils through the water mains and tries to poison me
His leaves are thick
Always falling and pure
