A Christmas Tree

I will just be chopped up fine
And sold to someone down the line
Mulch, a proud young Christmas Tree!
That I suppose just has to be
Or likely I will just be tossed
Into landfill at a cost
Decked in plastic baubles and
Chucked on top of rubbish land

Thats no way for a proud tree
Not one of such a pedigree
I produce pure oxygen
And they should look after me
But do they, do they ever heck
The various birds will likely peck
Bits of me thats what they do
To Christmas Trees,
oh! yea its true

(What a waste they should be returned to the growers for replanting)