There was an Ent in my back garden,

In my backarden; Silently it stood

At the edge of my back garden

Looking as breathtaking as any tree could.

It's branches strong of Oak,

It's leaves of Evergreen,

And I was proud to say that in my back garden

Stood the most beautiful Ent ever seen.

But the Ent in my back garden,

No longer stands tall,

The birds no longer sit atop

The wisest Ent of all.

Some people climb trees,

Some people have tents,

But I beat them all,

For I used to have an Ent.

Though I tell this tale to any one who'll listen,

There's a thing I dare not say;

That one day I had woken up to find

That my beloved Ent had walked away.