The Cherry Tree Max

Oh the trees that grow
In the summer sun's glow
That the workers plant each year
All the other trees quivered
bout that shadow the shivered
It made the grass turn bare
The crows all caw
For the day they saw
George Washington pick up an Axe
Was the day in the yard
Of Mrs. Picard
He cut down the cherry tree Max

Now Max was a tree
That was humbly
How he loved those juicy red cherries
Oh the day he was born
That day we all mourned
He wasn't producing berries
Well, why yes we loved Max
Though he never relaxed
He was always joking around
So we picked him some flowers
For him to devour
But he made himself a crown
He called himself King
Which was so irritating
It was pretty funny you see
Now George Washington mad
He came along with his lad
And stitches in his right knee
Some of us trees laughed
And some of us gasped
Of that funny sight we saw
It wasn't his stitches
Nor his lad Mr. Richards
It was more atop his jaw
It was above his nose
And his eyeball holes
This funny sight you see
He had orange hair
One of his favorite to wear
As he walked so jubilee
He carried his hatchet
Do I dare to match it
To the one I was later hatched down
I'll never forget that day
I admit watching Max get cut to the ground

Oh the trees that grow
In the summer suns glow
That the workers plant each year
All the other trees quivered
bout that shadow
They shivered
It made the grass turn bare
The crows all caw
For the day they saw
George Washington pick up an Axe
Was the day in the yard
Of Mrs. Picard
He cut down the cherry tree Max

---Random poem I wrote in seventh grade, George Washington really did have orange hair---