O mighty oak
with arms outstretched
to greet your royal Maker-
limbs upraised
in heavenly praise,
muscular and sturdy limbs-

O tall and handsome gentleman,
crowned in leaves
of pointy green and
dusty autumn brown;
nutty acorns plunge to earth
dressed in their caps and gowns.

O from this tiny seed
does the mighty red oak spring-
beneath the mightier
Hand of God,
pledge obeisance
to your King!