I was angry with a friend,
I told my wrath my wrath did end
I was angry with a foe
I told him not, my wrath did grow
A poison tree, a poison tree
Thats what you get when you mess with me
And I watered it with tears night and morning with my fears
And I sunned it with my smile and with soft deceitful wiles
And It grew both day and night
Till it bore an apple bright
And my foe beheld its shine
And he knew that it was mine
Into my garden stole when the night had veiled the pole
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree