Tree Of Liberty

I wish that I could be a tree,
in the heart of old Paris.
I'd feel quite Napoleoney,
with my leaves so greeny-y.

I'd look towards the Eiffel tower,
soaring like my empire's power,
soaring like a giant flower,
but made of iron, like a tower.

Oh to be that fateful tree,
majestic tree of liberty,
egalitie, fraternite,
and every other "ends with e".

My mind can see dream to-dee
A dream of glee and one free tree.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.