I thought that I would never see
Man so humbled by a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the tension wires’ breast;
A tree that shorts the power grid,
more than lightning ever did;
A tree that put the country dark
From Toledo east to Central Park;
Perhaps it was among pendants;
Mad we call then power “plants”.
Progress marches on, you see,
But watch out, watch out for that tree.
With apologies &ct &ct