All summer through Little brother trees And The gusty Big sister breeze Played in the sun They had ample fun
The little boy trees wore a dusty crust And shower, they must Lest their leaves , yellowed Transpire to rustle in summer heat
A drizzle nor a sprinkle Mother rain Chose to shower The mode she set to power Drenched and dripping wet The little boy trees with trembling leaves , sneezed
The cool Big sister breeze Lovingly caressed And blow dried The little brothers trees
Fresh and perfumed The little boy trees Stood tall in trousers brown And Lovely, minty green coloured tees