MARGARET MORGAN
The great oak tree
Thinks he's the strongest
As he's been standing
There the longest.
The wind it blew,
The rain came lashing;
And down the great oak tree
Came crashing.
The slender reed
She knows much better,
For she can bend
In stormy weather.
The slender reed
Swayed in the weather,
And at the dawn
Was strong as ever.
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