Bark Ode

Bark Ode

Oh how lovely can it be,
The stuff that wraps around a tree.
Rough and flaky to the ground,
Some is green and some is brown.

It can be used as mulch for plants,
or as a hiding place for ants.
Protecting trees is what it does,
Like a mammal's furry fuzz.

I will not write anymore on bark,
This whole thing was just a lark.
And so unless I've missed my mark,
There is not a single code in bark.