The Fir Tree
Out in the woods stood a nice little Fir Tree. The place he had was a very good one: the sun shone on him: as to fresh air, there was enough of that, and round him grew many large-sized comrades, pines as well as firs.
But the little Fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree.
But the little Fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree.