The old willows limbs gently swaying in the breeze
Small children playing underneath doing as we pleased
Making mud pies in old tin cans
Waiting to be eaten by unsuspecting fans
Mom never had to worry or wonder where we’d be
She knew our favorite hangout was underneath that willow tree
But no scarier words were spoken to me I must confess
Then when daddy said your mama said you made a muddy mess
Go pick yourself a limb of the old willow tree
Don’t you doddle, You get yourself right back to me
Maybe next time you’ll think twice
before causing mama so much strife
Lessons learned the hard way
Are the ones that seem to stay
It only hurt a moment but his lesson stayed with me
And I still think fondly to this day of that old willow tree
