The summer sun shines warm over the Shire
I go to have a stoll, I feel so free
Wand'ring into wilderness I can't help but admire
The lovely Rowan tree
Slender is the trunk, the bark is shiny
And as a happy sight for every bee
Beautiful in spring a million blossoms, white and tiny
On the Rowan tree
Tender leaflets, so fair and green
Just like a hand, a friendly hand
Swaying gently in the summer breeze
Announcing berries of orange sheen
Luring birds from all the land
To come and relish on the lovely rowan trees
Savouring the lush late summer berries
No other place a bird would want to be
And far away the birdie's lovesong softly carries
For the Rowan tree
I was inspired to it by Miss Rowana, and, well, the Historical Field trip helped a bit, too.
OOC: If you want to sing this poem, you can do that, too. The original song was written by another great Ryngo, or rather Ringo:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahE1SlBDzEs
