Stave 4 The next morning, The fir tree waited To be decorated, But it was dragged to the attic, Amongst trunks and boxes, With rats and mice for company. At first, the mice were friendly, Scurrying in and out of its branches, Listening to its stories. But eventually, they disappeared And the tree was all […]
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The Fir Tree continues
Stave 3 By Christmas, The fir tree had grown Into such a dark green tree, It was first to be chopped down; The axe bit deep and keen And it toppled with a groan. On a horse-drawn sleigh, The tree was driven into town, To a house where servants in livery Carried it to […]
The next stave of The Fir Tree
Stave 2 In autumn The fir tree Trembled to see Woodcutters Chopping, The tallest trees Toppling To the ground With a groan And a crash. Stripped naked, They were loaded Onto wagons And driven away. In spring, the swallows returned And the stork appeared, Singing songs of oceans and ships With magnificent mast trees […]
The Fir Tree
Based on the story by Hans Christian Andersen Stave 1 In a forest, in a good spot With sunshine and plenty of air. Stood a little fir tree, So eager to grow up It didn’t think about warm sun or fresh air Or children chattering And berry gathering. The children exclaimed That the fir tree […]
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