Alone on top of the hill in the back yard there was a twisted oak tree
It lived there for many many years
It had a family there
They lived in a house a little ways down the hill
Little Tommy was his favorite 
He would come out to play 
He would coming running toward the old twisted oak and jump on the rubber tire tied to a branch
There he would swing
Tommy would push off and swing and as high as he could and let out a little giggle and swing back again
He did this all day long
The twisted oak loved Tommy’s visits
And loved him very much
He watched Tommy grow and grow just like a weed
Then one day Tommy didn’t come out to play
Then another day passed and another and another
The twisted oak was worried and felt all alone
Tommy had grown up and was too big for the swing under the twisted oak
Then one day...