Part I
There was a little acorn, tiny as could be.
And from that little acorn, a baby seedling was born,
and from that baby seedling, tiny as could be,
grew a mighty, mighty oak tree.
There was a squirrel, busy as could be,
storing nuts and acorns as food for winter,
deep inside a hollow, hollow tree.
He filled that tree so full there was no more room inside the cavity.
Our squirrel, busy as could be,
began burying his winter’s store
underneath the ground, deep beneath the forest canopy.
He remembered every hiding place (or very nearly).
Our squirrel, busy as could be
forgot one little acorn underneath the ground,
deep beneath the forest canopy.
One little acorn is all it takes to grow a mighty, might oak tree.
The little acorn spent winter asleep beneath the soil, tucked in snugly.
Our squirrel ate much food that winter,
but of the little acorn beneath the soil, he forgot the place he’d stowed it so secretly.
Soon snow and ice began to melt, even deep beneath the forest canopy.
When that little acorn felt the earth begin to warm ever so slightly
it knew spring had come, and it began
to come out of its winter dormancy.
The acorn began to stir, ever so slightly.
It was a little acorn, tiny as could be.
And as the earth warmed up, a miracle began.
Underneath the ground, deep beneath the forest canopy
a crack began to form on the little acorn, ever so slowly.
It was a little acorn, tiny as could be.
Out of that crack pushed a baby seedling.
Underneath the ground, deep beneath the forest canopy.
A baby seedling began to grow, ever so slowly.
The seedling grew day by day, reaching towards the forest canopy,
wanting, wishing, working, striving to be free.
At last, two little leaves peeped above the soil, tiny as could be.
Our little acorn could finally breathe freely.
Day by day and year by year, the baby oak continued to grow, ever so slowly.
The years passed by and the baby oak was a baby no more.
He was a mighty, mighty oak tree
strong and proud, his branches touching the top of the forest canopy.
Part II
There was a little lady, tiny as could be.
And from that little lady, a baby boy was born,
and from that baby boy, tiny as could be,
grew a mighty, mighty man who loved the country.
This mighty, mighty man found his own little lady.
The two were wed, and dwelt together in a very nice house
at the very centre of a big, noisy, awful, bustling city.
“What a place to raise children!” they thought, “It seems a pity.
“It seems a pity to deprive them of the fresh clean air found in the country.
Surely there is a better way of life than this, a better place to raise our children.
A place where there is room to play, room to live, and room to breathe freely.
Surely the place we mean is found in the country.”
The mighty, mighty man sold his business of building cabinetry.
The little lady, smart as could be, sold their belongings, making sure to keep
only those things she found absolutely necessary.
It wasn’t long before the couple was heading to their new home in the country.
This new home was nothing like the city. It was all meadows and many a tree
with not a building to be seen. The little lady set about making their wagon a home.
It would have to do until the mighty, mighty man built a cabin for her to make cozy.
A cabin where they would learn and grow and raise a family.
They chose a big meadow as the spot for their house to be.
In that same meadow of large size, they erected fences to keep in their animals.
The couple worked hard from sunup to sundown, learning life in the country,
learning the skills they needed to thrive successfully.
The crops were in the ground, and animals were fenced securely.
“It is time for a proper home, my love. We shall make a trip to the city for supplies.”
The husband wanted to give his wife a real house again, and he had the money.
The very next day the mighty, mighty man and his little lady rode to the city.
The mighty, mighty man took the money he had from his business building cabinetry
and ordered supplies for a house. He hired workmen to help him build it too.
With so many men, it didn’t take long to get the house erected properly.
Now the mighty, mighty man had a surprise project to complete for his lady.
Part III
“A house is not complete without a kitchen to make my wife happy.”
The man knew kitchens were important if one was to have many children.
So the mighty, mighty man went into the woods and felled a giant tree.
A mighty, mighty oak tree.
A mighty, mighty oak tree that grew from a baby seedling beneath the forest canopy.
A baby seedling that grew from an acorn that our squirrel had forgotten
underneath the soil, tucked in snugly.
A mighty, mighty oak tree that grew from an acorn, tiny as could be.
The mighty, mighty man had cut down the mighty, mighty oak tree.
Can you guess what the mighty, mighty man did to the mighty, mighty oak?
He cut it up and turned it into gorgeous, gorgeous cabinetry.
He made a table too. A big table, a table just right for a big family.
The mighty, mighty man wanted this kitchen to be perfect for his little lady.
“Not one peek,” he ordered, disappearing to work on his special project.
He put in a stove, and he put in that gorgeous, gorgeous cabinetry.
He made it all just right for his special little lady.
“Okay,” he said, “Now you must come in and see!”
His little lady peeked in the door and gasped at what she saw.
A wonderful kitchen with gorgeous, gorgeous cabinetry
And a big table, a table just right for a big family.
“At last,” the little lady cried joyfully, “At last, the perfect place to raise our family!”