I trust your sister knows not to burn the Elder in the house Senoufou. "Wood burning poem Beechwood fires are bright and clear If the logs are kept a year Chestnut only good they say If for long it’s laid away Make a fire of elder tree Death within your house will be But ash new or ash old Is fit for a Queen with a crown of gold Birch and Fir logs burn too fast Blaze up bright and do not last It is by the Irish said Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread Elmwood burns like churchyard mould Even the very flames are cold But ash green or ash brown Is fit for a Queen with a golden crown Poplar gives a bitter smoke Fills your eyes and makes you choke Apple wood will scent your room With an incense-like perfume Oaken logs, if dry and old Keep away the winters cold But ash wet or ash dry A king shall warm his slippers by.
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