Down in the garden
where the north wind blows,
There grows a small tree
(in the night it glows!)

One day it grew an apple,
just one on a twig.
It was strange, unusual,
red and big.

The next day it grew a peach,
the next a pear.
After, an orange,
It brought up fruit everywhere.

The crowd watched
with fascination,
lots of people,
and one Dalmatian.

‘Wow!’ said everyone,
‘You win a prize!
for the best tree that reaches
to the skies!’