The Climb

I climbed my family tree and found,

it wasn't worth the climb.

So I scrambled down convinced

it was a waste of time.

Some branches of my tree I found,

were rotton to the core,

And all the tree was full of sap,

and hung with nuts galore,

I used to brag of my kinfold,

before I made the climb.

But truth compels me not to tell,

of those not worth a dime.

And beg my 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 I scrambled down.

They are like at tater-vine,

'cause the best are underground