The Art of
Cicely Mary Barker
They
thought me, once, a magic tree Of wondrous lucky charm, And at the door they planted me To keep the house from harm, They have no fear of witchcraft now, Yet here am I today, I've hung my berries from the bough, And merrily I say: "Come, all you blackbirds, bring your wives, Your sons and daughters too; The finest banquet of your lives Is here prepared for you." |