An Ode to Our Fallen Tree

A tear for our once mighty hammock tree,
Oh, how we will forever dearly miss thee.
You were robbed your farewell kiss,
Because you were where the dogs would piss.

The powerful Emily sawed you down by hand,
Now, there is a gap where you once did stand.
All due to beetles wanting a very big snack,
If only they thought to order a Big Mac.

Your final act did satisfy a burning desire,
The wood did make a big, beautiful fire.
But it was a life we wish could extend,
Now, the hammock needs a new place to suspend.