The Dead Tree

I had a cherry tree, one day,

Against my garden wall;

There came a heavy wind at night,

And made it crash and fall.

I hired a man, and gave him gold,

To lift my tree up straight.

He nailed it back, nor missed one twig,

And knew my tree was old and dead,

Yet worked with fiendish glee:

How lovely he has nailed his Christ

On my dead cherry tree!