On the last night of winter

And the first day of spring

A pair of children laughed 

Under the boughs of a great old tree.

They played and laughed

The king and queen of the forest elves

With a trickling creek nearby 

The last of the melted snow

The bright sun 

This was the assumed paradise.

The tree brought forth many colored flowers

Great were its limbs that could hold the fruits

This was a grand old tree 

One that had been since ages past

When the world was new

And songs were made.

As the royalty played

The sun was high

And shade the tree 

Did provide.

The young queen picked an apple 

She passed one down to her king

This was the fruit that the ages had provided 

The final dance

The last song.

Thanks was given

Once and for all 

The tree did smile

And it seemed to them 

That were nearby

That a Ho-Hum

Was heard.

The royalty smiled

And the world knew peace

Ever after.