I'm a maple, you're my whirligig:
We grow together then you spin away.
In all the forest I've got the best gig—
If I'm the maple, you're the whirligig,
For you are small and green, I'm green and big.
You're fresh, I'm full, and made in May.
I'm your maple, you, my whirligig.
We'll grow together, then you'll spin away.
