There once stood a tall tree
A fine tree
There were many trees surrounding him
But this seemed a proud and worthy tree

Adam produced a key
On choosing his spot
Proceeded to inscribe
A 4 E
The fine tree shrugged off the scratches
Then lurched to see
How incredibly honoured felt
The chosen tree

Till one day came men
With blades bigger than keys
Who spat on the ground
And felled all the trees

The chosen tree tumbled
The inscription no more
Now his remnants lie packed
In a box marked
A4