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Oh, do not tell the Priest our plight, Or he would call it a sin, For we have been out in the woods all night, A-conjuring Summer in! And we bring you news by word of mouth, Good news for cattle and corn, Now is the Sun come up from the South, By Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! Sing Oak and Ash and Thorn, good souls, All of a Midsummer's morn, Surely we sing of no little thing, In Oak and Ash and Thorn! ~ Rudyard Kipling, excerpt from A Tree Song ☀️/|\☀️