His mother tapped his crown br And said, 'Now, don't frown br And shiver so. Your tender leaves br Are falling down upon the ground, br And every little breeze that blows br Is making your ribs show! ' br br So the little tree tried br Not to be nervous before the show! br But he didn't know br Just what to do! br 'I've never been the center br Of attention before, you know! ' br br Soon they all stood proudly. br And the crowds gasped loudly br At the show.