The Seussian Tree

There once was a woman named Robin M. Pawling;
To teach children science was her highest calling,
And teach them she does, in a setting bucolic,
Where squirrels and foxes and deer like to frolic,
Since hardly another soul lives thereabout –
Except for her students, when school’s not out –
Oh, yes: in the borough of Houghton lives Robin,
Up there with those smart academics hob-nobbin’.

Now, Robin possessed the most wonderful tree
Whose branches and limbs were a pleasure to see,
In whose branches and limbs abode robins and starlings,
And others such birds which to Robin were darlings...
But whose branches and limbs, dear Miss Robin M. Pawling,
If ever they gathered the urge to start falling
Endangered the power lines running beneath
And would bite through those lines as if bitten by teeth.

So one day the nice power company men
(And women, perhaps, but that’s out of my ken)
And all of their power equipment came calling
On Robin M. Tree-Loving Bird-Watching Pawling.
They talked and explained and described and portrayed
What a Damoclous danger that tree’s branches made,
Then they cut and they hacked and they sawed, artfully,
And left Robin M. Pawling...a Seussian Tree.

                                              —Tree o’ LeSiege