The Best is Underground

I climbed my family tree and found

It was not worth the climb

And I scampered down convinced

It was a waste of time.

Some branches of my tree I found

Were rotten to the core,

And all the tree was full of sap

And hung with nuts galore.

I used to bray of my kinfolk

Before I made the climb.

But truth compels me now to tell

Of those not worth a dime.

And I beg of friends who boast aloud

Of their ancestors great

To climb their family tree and learn

Of those who weren't so straight.

I learned what family trees are like

And then I scrambled down

They are like a "tater" vine because,

The best are underground.

(Auther unknown)

This was contributed by Nelda Meeks (my aunt)

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