I put my love in a sycamore tree
To let her sobre out,
For she breathes jack o’ the daniels
And is a drunken lout.
I put my love in a sycamore tree
Because she likes to scream and shout,
But, when I climbed up to bring her down,
She tried to push me out.
I put my love in a sycamore tree,
But she didn’t seem to care;
All that she did was ignore me
And play with the birdies there.
I put my love in a sycamore tree
With the winds and rains and snow
Blowing harshly around her ears,
But none of this phased her, though.
I put my love in a sycamore tree,
Perchance I should’ve put her in a bush.
For now, when I try to talk,
She but merely tells me “shush.”
I put my love in a sycamore tree,
And I regret the day I did;
For my love jumped right out,
Ran away, and hid.