Fig Tree

   My   Fig Tree

I have a great big fig tree,

Nothing does it bear,

Not a golden apple,

Or a silver pear.

I have a great big fig tree,

In Spring the buds appear.

Still no golden apple 

Or a silver pear.

I have a great big fig tree,

In Summer leaves occur,

Still no golden apple,

Or a silver pear

I have a great big fig tree

Autumn hues bring cheer,

Still no golden apple,

Or a silver pear.

Now it's Winter- time,

Robins, blue tits, sparrows, come to visit me,

And all because of my great big fig tree.

Still no golden apple,

Or a silver pear.

And no fricking figs either. 

Latest news on my great big fig tree.

It's six years old, and very tall'

It leans against the wall

Up to the roof it reaches,

No sign of fluffy peaches,

Golden apple or silver pear,

but two tiny little figs.

Yes two fucking figs it does bare.