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