The Popular Poplar Tree.
by Blanche Willis Howard.
When the great wind sets things whirling
And rattles the window-panes,
And blows the dust in giants
And dragons tossing their manes;
When the willows have waves like water,
And the children are shouting with glee;
When the pines are alive and the larches,
Then hurrah for you and me,
In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip of
the popular poplar tree!
Don't talk about Jack and the Beanstalk
He did not climb half so high!
And Alice in all her travels
Was never so near the sky!
Only the swallow, a-skimming
The storm-cloud over the lea,
Knows how it feels to be flying-
When the gust come strong and free-
In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip of
the popular poplar tree!
