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