Who wanted to see how I wrote a poem. Among these mountains, do you know, I have a farm, and on it grow A thousand lovely Christmas trees. I'd like to send you one of these, But it's against the laws. A man may give a little boy A book, a useful knife, a toy, Or even a rhyme like this by me (I write it just like this you see). But nobody may give a tree Excepting Santa Claus. |