©The Beechnut
Fairy
O the great and happy
Beech,
Glorious and tall!
Changing with the changing months,
Lovely in them all:
Lovely in the leafless time,
Lovelier in green;
Loveliest with golden leaves
And the sky between,
When the nuts are falling fast,
Thrown by little me
Tiny things to patter down
From a forest tree
