If Trees Could Talk

The wise old oak is tall and wise,
Weeping Willow, she cries and cries,
Baby trees don't eat their greens,
And Pine trees are just sly and mean.

Now ask the Willow something new,
Not why she weeps out morning dew,
Because if you do she'll cry some more,
And a lake will cover up the floor.

The old Oak well he knows all,
He's been here longer then any shopping mall,
Unlike the Cherry Blossom she's always on a shopping-spree,
I would know she buys blossoms from me.

So what would happen if trees could talk,
Sing, laugh, play and walk?
Would they be a merry bunch?
Or would they eat us all for lunch?