Old and knobbly Mulberry Tree, you hold so many good memories for me, 

Of summers spent in Myatt's Fields Park, looking, checking every day if you were ready to give your bounty,

The most exquisite taste I've had! Nothing in this world can compare to the delicious mouthful you deliver, 

When your in my taste buds tingle As the juice flows round my mouth The perfect balance of sweet and sharp,


Commercially they will not grow you Being too soft to travel far – straight in the mouth is the way to go!

You release your juice so easily if I pick just the ripe fruit,  

Dyeing my hands red black with your yumminess so the memory lasts for more than a day, 

Climbing up your knobbles and bumps, the metal steps that had been put in you to reach the best fruit,

Old and knobbly Mulberry Tree You hold so many good memories for me.