Pretty, little pine tree,
My, how you’ve grown...
Why, my little pine tree,
Must you grow alone?
Please, oh, little pine tree,
As the winds do moan,
Do, little pine, see
There’s no need to groan.

Precious, little pine tree,
Although your branches break,
Dear little pine tree,
Don’t feel you have to fake.
Because, my little pine, see
This weight’s not your to take.
So breathe, my little pine tree.
Relax. Enjoy the lake.