No, it’s not “The Holly and the Ivy,” but close enough. I noticed that the maple’s leaves got hung up on the holly tree below it, and the muse tickled the keyboard once again.
The maple sheds a coat that weaves
And floats towards the ground,
Hanging up on prickly leaves
Of holly all around.
The holly says, “I thank you, dear,
I’m shivering with cold.
When winter nights are chill and clear
Your leaves my warmth will hold.
And decorated, too, am I
Just like a Christmas tree.
My berries red will catch the eye
And all will look at me.
But you, dear maple, what of you?
Your scrawny arms are chill.
There’s nothing more that you can do.
So pray for you, I will.
Be steadfast through the winter gale,
Be tough as you can be,
Till new green leaves your arms regale
With pride and majesty.”