Marcia Howard & Mary Black      I was angry with my friend   I told him so and my wrath did end   I was angry with my foe   told him not and my wrath did grow      and I watered it in fears night   and morning with my tears   and I sunned it with smiles   and with soft deceitful wiles      and it grew both day and night   till it bore an apple bright   and my foe beheld it shine   and he knew that it was mine      was a poison tree   beware of a Poison Tree   Poison Tree   growing inside of me      and into my garden stole   when the night had veiled the pole   in the morning glad I see   my foe outstretched   beneath that tree      was a Poison Tree   beware of a Poison Tree   Poison Tree   growing inside of me      Poison Tree   beware of a Poison Tree   Poison Tree      what happened to you   and me