The Orchard Pear
The mockingbird likes to sing
And gives a morning call
Visitors there hear it ring
From the single pear tree bald
The special tree remains standing
In the orchard now grown old
With no honeybees left any more
Or fruits there sweet and gold
In a breeze there turns a leaf
Reminding of former days
When the pears all were sweet
And juicy with great praise
There’s no possum in the tree
Or fruit there to be taken
And no place there around
For fruits there barely tasted
Now the creatures go about
Unknowing years gone past
When the tree was the centerpiece
And there were climbing lads