The Sugar Plum Tree

By Eugene Field

 

 

Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?

‘Tis a marvel of great renown!

It blooms on the shore of the Lollypop Sea

In the garden of Shut-Eye town;

The Fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet,

(As those who have tasted it say),

That good little children have only to eat

Of that fruit to be happy next day.

When you get to the tree, you would have a hard time

To capture the fruit which I sing;

The tree is so tall that no person can climb

To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing;

But up it that tree sits a chocolate cat,

And a gingerbread dog prowls below,

And this is the way you contrive to get at

Those sugar-plums tempting you so:

 

 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

 

You say but the word to that gingerbread dog,

And he barks with such terrible zest

 
That the chocolate cat is at once all agog,

As her swelling proportions attest.

And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around

From this leafy limb unto that,

And the sugar-plums tumble, of course to the ground.

Hurrah for that chocolate cat!

 

 

There are marshmallows, gumdrops and peppermint canes,

With stripings of scarlet and gold,

And you carry away of that treasure that rains

As much as your apron can hold!

So come, little child, cuddle closer to me

In your dainty white nightcap and gown,

And I’ll rock you away to that Sugar-Plum Tree

In the garden of Shut-Eye Town.