The camp Site Tree

                                       Emerald leaves shine on a tree,

                                      The branches shook with pride and glee,

                                      Then a pinecone fell and hit my knee

                                     The birds started to fly away,

                                      I guess the tree has its own way.

                                      This is really not my day.

                                       So here it came the dinner bowl

                                         But my sister wanted to have a brawl,

                                         This has not been fun at all