My left foot
Is of a hoot
Dancing wild
Like a small child
She's my despair
Not very fair
My twigs wriggle
No, not a giggle
It shakes my bark
Not a funny lark
Leaves go brown
Making me frown
I want them green
For Halloween
I'll have to slap
That young flap
Until she's nice
With good advice
Nows she's done
I'll have my fun
Looking at birds
In their nests.