The gumnut is my tree
Not tall and reaching far
Nor waving all about
Like a blowing, creaking lout
Grounded by the sea
Not spotted from afar
It’s sticking to its spot
Like a sturdy-legged twat
It hangs onto its limbs
And doesn’t drop a leaf
As green as they are thick
Like a headstrong teenage twit
The gumnut blossoms red
Only every other year
When the summer’s bursting blue
Its babies bobble through
The gumnut is my tree
Like a blue tongue basking free
Being what I would want to be
If not a bumbling working bee
