Mamma, mamma, pray listen to me,
While I try to remember each forest tree.
The Oak comes first, for that is the king,
Then the Pine, that towers over everything.
The Hemlock, the Fir and the Cedar are seen,
Even in winter, appareled in green.
The Maple and Birch, and the graceful Elm,
The Chestnut and Beech, I remember them;
The Walnut, the Cherry, the Poplar and Lime,
The Ash, with its berries in autumn-time,
And the beautiful Larch, whose tassels fling
Sweetness around in the early spring.
The Willow, whose branches the waters meet,
The Locust with flowers so white and sweet,
And the tall and stately Sycamore,
I wonder I mentioned it not before.
And now I can think of no other tree,
But O, in the forest I long to be!