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Beware The Three

Beware The Three

 

Like a serpent climbing up

There grows some ivy you dare not touch

Winding around with poisonous leaves

Waiting there so patiently

 

And on the ground a poison grows

As if oak around one’s toes

With its telling “leaves of three”

Saying to all beware of me

 

Poison sumac also spreads

Though it a little shrub instead

With its berries to deceive

The poison waiting in its leaves

 

Together the three invite passers by

To their green so much alive

With nature guides pointing out

The poisonous ones found about