I
simply can't stand this untidy tree
Was the slogan of neat Mrs. Phoebe McGee
And
briskly each day, and long into each night
She straightened up leaves that weren't just
hanging right
Then
Phoebe got worse, started polishing buds
And washing twigs daily with twing-washing suds.
And soon she was finding it terribly urgent
To scrub every knot-hole with knot-hole detergent
All day
she worked tidying up all the shoots,
She
even went under to straighten the roots
And just
when Phoebe got up from the ground
Poor
suffering Gus got to looking around,
And whom should suddenly happen to spy?
A sweet little bird flying by in the sky
She was a cheap little Cick-a-dee.
a hussy named Ruth
..... ???
She was awfully mussed up
And she wasn't brushed neatly
And just for that reason, Gus went nuts completely
And they say that today, he is nesting with Ruth
Happy, untidy, unkept and uncoth.
PS...if you find this in its entirerty some where on the web, I'd love it if you'd email me at: windmillworks@aol.com 
