I stand now by the poet tree and poems spring to mind.
The poet tree is magical and influences our kind.
It came from the great lit’rature folk. They left it here one day.
They had to hurry to their homes to keep number folk at bay.
Lit’rature folk, you see, hate math in all its forms.
The number folk strike back at them with wars of fraction storms.
The lit’rature folk now are gone but the poet tree remains.
It loves us and enriches us and ripens all our brains.