I climbed my
family tree and found it wasn't worth the climb, and
so I scampered down, convinced it was a waste of time.
Some branches of my tree, I found, were rotten to the core, and
the tree was full of saps, and hung with nuts galore!
I used to brag of my kinfolk - that was before I made the climb;
but truth compels me not to tell of those not worth a dime.
My friends who boast alound of their ancestors great, I beg you
to
climb your family tree and learn of those who weren't so
straight!
I've learned what family trees are like; I've seen them growing
around. They're like a tater vine because the best are
underground.
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