Classic Poem

Ten little Christmas Trees a-growing in a line.
The first went to Bedfordshire,
And that left only nine.

Nine little Christmas Trees all found it long to wait,
The second went to Monmouthshire,
And that left only eight.

Eight little Christmas Trees said, " Christmas will be heaven. "
The third went to London Town,
And that left only seven.

Seven little Christmas Trees, and all as straight as sticks!
The fourth went to Oxfordshire,
And that left only six.

Six little Christmas Trees, all growing and alive!
The fifth went to Lancashire,
And that left only five.

Five little Christmas Trees said, " Will they want some more? "
The sixth went to Devonshire,
And that left only four.

Four little Christmas Trees, as sturdy as could be!
The seventh went to Scilly Isles,
And that left only three.

Three little Christmas Trees all grew and grew and grew,
The eighth went to Middlesex,
And that left only two.

Two little Christmas Trees, December almost done!
The ninth went to Timbuctoo,
And that left only one.

One little Christmas Tree, feeling very small!
She came to our school,
And that was best of all.

Ten little Christmas Trees, with Christmas drawing near,
Wish you love and gladness
And a Happy New Year.