
Have you ever heard of The Sugarplum
Tree,
'Tis a marvel
of great renown.
It blooms on the shore of the lollipop
tree,
In the garden
of shut-eye town.
And the fruit that it bears is so
wondrously sweet,
As those who
have tasted it say.
Good little children have only
to eat,
Of that fruit
to be happy next day.
When you get to that tree, you would
have a hard time,
To capture the
fruit of which I sing.
The tree is so tall that no person
can climb
To the boughs
wehre the sugarplums swing.
But, up in that tree sits a chocolate
cat,
A gingerbread
dog prowls below.
This is the way you contrive to
get at,
Those sugarplums
tempting you so.
You say but a word to that gingerbread
dog,
And be BARKS
with such terrible zest.
That the chocolate cat is at once
all agog,
As her swelling
purportions atest.
And the chocolate cat goes cavorting
around,
From this leafy
limb unto that.
Sugarplums tumble, of course, to
the ground...
HURRAH! For
the chocolate cat!
There are marshmallows, gumdrops
and peppermint canes,
With striplings
of scarlet and gold.
You carry away of that treasure
that rains,
As much as your
apron can hold.
So come little child, cuddle closer
to me,
In your dainty
white night-cap and gown.
I'll rock you away to that sugarplum
tree,
In the garden
of shut-eye town.