A tree branch does not become but a stick
Until it departs from its parent tree
It does not matter if it's thin or thick
It's called a branch until it becomes free

There is no magic— it's not some slick trick
A branch is a part— a stick is debris
If its tree never gives said branch a kick
Then, a branch the stick will forever be

Said branch and its tree are quite tight— they click
Like the Queen and all of her busy bee
Does said branch fear the gaining of a nick
Does said branch...