The Family Tree

I climbed my family tree and found,
it was not worth the climb,
And so I scampered down convinced,
It was a waste of time.

Some branches of my tree I found,
Were rotten to the core,
And all the tree was full of sap,
And hung with nuts galore.

I used to brag of my kinfolk,
before I made the climb,
But truth compels me now to tell,
Of those not worth a dime.

And I beg friends who boast aloud,
Of their ancestors great,
To climb their family tree and learn,
Of those who weren't so straight.

I learned what family trees are like,
And then I scrambled down,
They are like a 'tater' vine because,
The best are underground.