A tiny little seed am I
Not even the size of a pea
I fell quite dizzy a moment ago
From high up in yon tree
My father the old oak
He threw me down
And told me not to lie
Be quiet and wait patiently for someone to pass by
Amongst the leaves and the grass
I huddle and rest a while
Hoping someone will come along soon
And treat me in regal style
I am but a tiny acorn pod
I need some love and care
The shell that I sit in has nurtured me
But now I want to share
Find me a spot not too far from my family
A space reaching tall for the sky
Scoop out a small hole and nestle me there
And occasionally come on by
The luscious sweet taste of the earth below
Will bring succour and hold me tight
Then with luck and a few hundred fine years
My power will be drawn to might