Leaf me alone.
Don’t bark at me like an angry dog
Don’t tell me to branch out or try and spruce me up.
Yew maple me any way you wish
But I don’t want to go against my grain.
I like the roots I’ve got
And willow-er my standards not a jot
(Though you wood say they’re low enough already).
I’m knot going to rowan my life pining for you.
Don’t give me sage advice to make me poplar.
I’m alder than yew, your changes walnut stick.
I have the balsa knot bough before your Ivy League education
And I’ve found my grove,
Don’t blame me if I like acorny joke every now and then.
Yew can take that “holly-er than thou†attitude and shove it up your ash.