Fantasia on Reflected Treegos

Once a tree that came to life,
went walking along the beach.
He hopped quite slowly just to see
What distance he could reach.

Now part along the front he found,
singing loud with glee,
A quite remarkable Looking-Glass,
Being sat on by a flea.

The Looking-Glass sang on and on,
While the flea just sat and sat.
Quite why it brought this hilarity,
Was only explained by a cat.

The Cat was sat nearby on a rock
And looked to be weary and frail.
The tree asked what on earth this was,
But the cat let out a wail.

"The Flea, you see, was sat on me,
and he gave me quite an itch.
Because my fur is quite a pain,
It really is a bitch.

But Mirrors have no fur, you see,
For the flea to irritate,
So it tickles them unto hilarity,
And generally feels quite great."

The Tree was scared by fleas and cats,
For both sit on its arms.
But the Looking-Glass was quite a gent,
He fell for his charms.

Three weeks on at beach's end,
The Glass and the Tree did wed.
But of the flea and that day before,
Nothing was ever said

Until now!