I had a little nut-tree,
Nothing would it bear.
I searched in all its branches,
But not a nut was there.
"Oh, little tree," I begged,
"Give me just a few."
The little tree looked down at me
And whispered, "Nuts to you."
by John Vance Cheney
1. Unto our God most high, we sing The songs of Zion evermore;
2. Exalt the Lord our God, he cried, Who only doeth wondrous things;