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