Beechwood fires are bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year.
Chestnut's only good, they say,
If for long 'tis laid away.
But ashwood new or ashwood old
Is fit for a queen with a crown of gold.
Birch and fir logs burn too fast,
Blaze up bright and do not last.
It is by the Irish said
Hawthorne bakes the sweetest bread.
Elmwood burns like graveyard mold,
E'en the very flames are cold.
But ashwood green or ashwood brown
Is fit for a queen with a golden crown.
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke.
Applewood will scent your room
With an incense like perfume.
Oaken logs if dry and old,
Keep away the winter's cold.
But ashwood wet or ashwood dry
A king shall warm his slippers by.
A. Nonny Mouse
PG
If the logs are kept a year.
Chestnut's only good, they say,
If for long 'tis laid away.
But ashwood new or ashwood old
Is fit for a queen with a crown of gold.
Birch and fir logs burn too fast,
Blaze up bright and do not last.
It is by the Irish said
Hawthorne bakes the sweetest bread.
Elmwood burns like graveyard mold,
E'en the very flames are cold.
But ashwood green or ashwood brown
Is fit for a queen with a golden crown.
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke.
Applewood will scent your room
With an incense like perfume.
Oaken logs if dry and old,
Keep away the winter's cold.
But ashwood wet or ashwood dry
A king shall warm his slippers by.
A. Nonny Mouse
PG