Meter, verse and inspiration plagarized shemelesly from "The Sugar Plumb Tree" by Eugene Field(1850-1895)
Have you ever heard of the Mead Berry Tree?
Tis a marvel of great renown!
It blooms on the shores of the Meadwench Sea,
in the garden of Miramtown.
The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet,
(as those who have tasted it say)
that even a newbee need only to taste of its fruit to start mazing next day!
When you've got to the tree you would have a hard time
to capture the fruit which I sing.
For the tree is so tall even Oscaar can't climb
to the boughs where the mead bottles swing.
But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat,
and a gingerbeer dog prowls below.
And this is the way you contrive to get at
those mead berries tempting you so.
You say but the word to that gingerbeer dog
And he barks with such terrible zest
That the chocolate cat is at once all agog,
As her swelling proportions attest.
And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around
From this leafy limb unto that,
And the mead berries tumble, of course, to the ground--
Hurrah for that chocolate cat!
There are cysers, and Pyments, Metheglins of old,
and Ancients of Orange I'm told
And you carry away of this treasure that rains
as much as your cellar can hold.
So come mazer friend, lift a pint here with me.
While we sit here and ponder the foam
And we'll dream of some way
we can all spend a day in that garden in Miramtown.
David Baldwin
Have you ever heard of the Mead Berry Tree?
Tis a marvel of great renown!
It blooms on the shores of the Meadwench Sea,
in the garden of Miramtown.
The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet,
(as those who have tasted it say)
that even a newbee need only to taste of its fruit to start mazing next day!
When you've got to the tree you would have a hard time
to capture the fruit which I sing.
For the tree is so tall even Oscaar can't climb
to the boughs where the mead bottles swing.
But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat,
and a gingerbeer dog prowls below.
And this is the way you contrive to get at
those mead berries tempting you so.
You say but the word to that gingerbeer dog
And he barks with such terrible zest
That the chocolate cat is at once all agog,
As her swelling proportions attest.
And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around
From this leafy limb unto that,
And the mead berries tumble, of course, to the ground--
Hurrah for that chocolate cat!
There are cysers, and Pyments, Metheglins of old,
and Ancients of Orange I'm told
And you carry away of this treasure that rains
as much as your cellar can hold.
So come mazer friend, lift a pint here with me.
While we sit here and ponder the foam
And we'll dream of some way
we can all spend a day in that garden in Miramtown.
David Baldwin
