new rhyme scheme = abacadaba
He was
always told to be happy as a twig,
but he
wanted to branch out,
see how tall
he could be, how big,
with dreams
of becoming a Christmas centerpiece,
or maybe just
a leg of a Marconi rig,
So he sunk
his roots, deep in the earth,
looked for
food, for water, down deep he’d dig,
for he lived
in Australia, surrounded by drought,
but
eventually became a Botany Bay Fig.
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