A Little Spruce in woodlands born, in northern woods it grew,
And evergreen in snow and spring it stood and graced the view…
The blizzard sang its lullaby: “Sleep, Little Spruce, and dream!”
The frost unveiled a snowy quilt: “Stay warm, and young, and green…”
A little hare, scared and gray, would leap beneath the tree,
At times a wolf, an angry wolf, would pass it, trotting free.
But lo! The snow creaks beneath the runners of a sleigh,
A shaggy horsey hurrying amid the winter day.
Atop the wooden sleigh there sits a jolly peasant man,
He chops the Little Spruce, he does, as low as he can…
And now in a festive dress of garlands and of lights
It brought the holiday to kids and made it more alive…
(A Little Spruce in woodlands born, in northern woods it grew,
And brought a sea of festive joy to kids who’re just like you…)
Little Spruce
© Copyright: Маленький Принц, 2023
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