The Bread-fruit Tree
And listen, dear children,
In hot countries too,
The Bread-fruit tree grows,
Most delicious for you;
Its great roasted nuts,
Like soft, sweet loaves of bread,
Form most of the food
On which natives are fed.
And further, its fibres
Of bark, will make cloth;
Its wood, boats and houses;--
Its leaves are not loath
To be used for a towel,
A table-cloth, napkin;
Its juice will make bird-lime,
And tinder, its catkin.