Trees are Great Trees are great, they just stand and wait They don’t cry when they’re teased They don’t eat much and they seldom shout Trees are easily pleased Trees are great, they like to congregate For meetings in the park They dance and sway, they stay all day And talk till well after dark Trees are great, they accept their fate When it’s pouring down with rain They don’t wear macs, it runs off their backs But you never hear them complain So answer me, please, if there weren’t any trees Where would children learn to climb? Where would lovers carve their names? Where would little birds nest? Where would we hang the leaves? Where would wood be?