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A tree, a bud, a lark, and a bug Went their usual ways Feeding, colouring, hiding Til' came a human, a humbug With wisdom in her gut

"The tree's fine leaves be the pages of my chronicles!"

...a thunder struck The tree, bud, lark, human, and the bug All flashed, burnt, and vanished amok Underground...

To become fossils; chronicles entangled in a tight hug.