Once the trees were green green green         

that's all that could be seen

but now I see

on every tree

colors fit for any queen.

There's orange and yellow and gold,               

every red from pale to bold,

It makes me glad

that God's my dad,

to color the trees when its cold!

[Words by Pat Treat, 2004; to the tune to "The B-I-B-L-E, now that's the book for me.."]

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