The oak tree stood there proud and tall
As the shining conkers began to fall
The autumn leaves danced in the breeze
The cool wind shaking the branches on the trees

Still the oak tree stood there proud and tall
As, from the sky, fell icy snow balls
In the dark and twinkling night
The woodland floor was bathed in moonlight

Still the oak tree stood there proud and tall
As, along the path, the insects would crawl
Slowly, the colourful flowers began to bloom
The bees land on them and in the air they zoom

Still the oak tree stood there proud and tall
As the tropical birds sang their call
The sun slowly rose above the hill
With the summer warmth there was no cold chill