Gilbert Keith Chesterton,
The Flying Inn — Chapter XXIII
(1914)
“ But Ivywood, Lord Ivywood, He rots the tree as ivy would, He clings and crawls as ivy would About the sacred tree. "King Charles he fled from Worcester fight And hid him in an Oak; In convent schools no man of tact Would trace and praise his every act, Or argue that he was in fact A strict and sainted bloke; But not by him the sacred woods Have lost their fancies free, And though he was extremely big, He did not break the tree. But Ivywood, Lord Ivywood, He breaks the tree as ivy would And eats the woods as ivy would Between us and the sea. ”
