The Learning Tree

Where grows the learning tree
By rivers that flow in the night
Winds that blow after sundown
That’s what a boy should know
Fireflies and restless thoughts
In tall fields of corn
Where all June bugs are born
In their due time
That’s where a boy should grow
Broad skies around us pass
Clouds puffed, white as snow
With two dogs by his side
And a nice girl to know
Out where the sparrow flies
Where bluebirds can sing
Overhead in the spring
After moon down…
There grows the learning tree