Ode to the sweet gum
Sweet gum balls they stick bare feet
Like an upturned golfer's cleat
On pavement they make you slip and stumble
And sooner or later you'll take a tumble
In fall they drop leaves by the ton
They kill your grass and block the sun
Most say "kill 'em all, big or small,
Cut 'em down, make 'em fall"
The wood ain't good for plank or board
Or firewood by the stick or cord
They don't make good poles for fishin'
But they got more balls than a politician