Children Arbor Day
The sunbeams are twinkling;
The air, soft and free,
Is telling a message
To you and to me.
Come out! Come out!
We're planting a tree;
Come out! Come out!
Let's all plant a tree.
Though now it is slender,
No taller than I,
It soon will be growing
Straight up to the sky.
A tree! A tree!
That reaches so high;
A tree! A tree!
That touches the sky.
