Classic Poem

The Chestnut's a fine tree
In sunshine of May,
With blossoms like candles
In shining array;
But they're not half so pretty
Or so welcome to me
As the little wax candles,
Red-and-white candles,
Lighted four-a-penny candles
On a little Christmas tree.

The Apple's a gay tree
With fruit shining red
Like glossy round lanterns
Alight overhead;
But they're not half so pretty
Or so welcome to me
As the gay paper lanterns,
Small crinkled lanterns,
Pretty red-and-white lanterns
On a little Christmas Tree.

The Peach is a rare tree,
The Plum tree is, too,
With fruit from green turning
To golden and blue;
But they're not half so pretty
Or so welcome to me
As the shining round peaches,
Pretty glass peaches,
Mellow plums and golden peaches
On a little Christmas Tree.

All trees in their season
Bear fruits that are good,
In hedgerow or garden,
In orchard or wood;
But they cannot show anything
So delightful to see
As the brown-paper parcels,
Plump paper parcels,
Jolly ribbon-tied parcels
On a little Christmas Tree.