I thought that I would never see such angst created by a tree
A tree so old, it’s often said, that much of it is surely dead
Though many say that their poor mayor is just a vicious arbor slayer
Whose interest, I am also told, is solely to expand a road
Alas, poor lonely Garry Oak your mighty trunk may soon be broke
Into a thousand chips of wood (some may cry foul, and others “good”)
Too bad such passion can’t be found for those whose homes are on bare ground.
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