The poem we had to recite in front of the class for being late in 10th grade shop

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.



Now, try to say "whose hungry mouth is pressed against the earth's sweet flowing breast" in front of the whole class without laughing.