I love how the Spanish moss
Hangs from the tall oak trees...
As it blows softly back and forth
In the early fall’s cool breeze...
Our lush green parks
Bring us so much life and pleasure...
We should love our parks
And treat them like a natural treasure...
......
When in doubt, hug a tree...
When you can’t find a tree, hug on me...
Be it a maple, a sycamore or a pine...
Any tree will do; any tree is fine...
We must love our forests...
We must love our trees...
We must respect our lands...
If you wouldn’t mind, please...
......
When in doubt, hug a tree...
When you can’t find a tree, hug on me...
Be it a maple, a sycamore or a pine...
Any tree will do; any tree is fine...
We must love our forests...
We must love our trees...
We must respect our lands...
If you wouldn’t mind, please...
......
I love how the Spanish moss
Hangs from the tall oak trees...
As it blows softly back and forth
In the early fall’s cool breeze...
Our lush green parks
Bring us so much life and pleasure...
We should love our parks
And treat them like a natural treasure...
......