I gaze upon a tree,
I wonder if the roots
Can hold the weight
Of my burden so heavy.

But you are just a babe,
Says my sensibilities,
What could you weigh?
What could you weigh?

I say, "I am two-years old,
And I hunch, so do not
Be  so sure of my load,
Not so sure of my load."

Ah, but certainly you do
Not think you are too heavy
For such a good tree as this,
Do you my child, well, do you,?

"I am not certain, yes, not certain,"
Said I. "Who made you fella's, and
Do you all weigh more than do I,
This be my reply, and my question."

Well, of course we weigh more,
We be right good sensibilities,
And therefore weigh tons, tons!
And you know, you made we, sure.

Then I say to these,
"Shall I not take ye sensibilities,
Ye heavy-laden sensibilities,  
With me up such a tree?"

Why yes, yes ,of course!
Ha! Ha! He! He!
We see your point,
See your point, of course!