There once was a branchSo full of splendourHe was born into a supple familySo small and tender As spring passedHe wondered what lay beyondSo he stretched himselfAnd found a beautiful pond Now he had not seen a pond beforeAnd mistook it for the blue skiesSo he twisted himself upside downOnly to be surrounded by laughters and cries Shocked by the soundsHe sprung back to positionAnd wondered where from it cameAs he eyed the clearing with suspicion As the summer breeze rustledHe saw the various facesOf twigs and boughs and sprigsScattered all across the pond’s laces Now he had not seen a holly beforeFor they were not so easily foundBut that…