Somebody, give me or will me a tree!
Write:
I do give and bequeath this day
To her and her heirs, forever and aye,

One oak (or one ash, or whatever it be,
Pear, or poplar, or cherry tree,
Willow or maple, pine or peach,
Sassafras, chestnut, birch, or beech).

She shall own leaves, and bark, and trunk,
And all the ground that the sunlight dapples,
And all sweet earth where the roots are sunk;
She shall own acorns (or nuts, or apples,
Tassels, or cones, or whatever it bears),
And rosy blooms (or whatever it wears).

She shall have rental of every house
That bluebirds or robins may build in its boughs
(Monthly payments of chirp and song),

And the sound of the wind there all year long--
Bold north bluster and soft south airs;
She shall have resin and twig and bud,
And clean sap running through grain and wood.
All shall be hers, to the smallest claim.
Write that clearly. Then sign your name.

I never have owned, since the day of my birth,
An inch of green or an ounce of earth;
But rich as a king I’m going to be
When somebody gives me a tree!

From Silver Saturday (Dodd, Mead & Company, 1937).