Three trees…

Three trees & a woodpecker It is hard to find a joke today without a dirty word or two in it, but Here is one: Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small Tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch.

‘Is That a son of a beech or a son of a birch?’ The birch says he cannot Tell, but just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, ‘Woodpecker, you are a tree, The birch says, ‘Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if That is a son of a beech or a son of a birch? ‘The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree and replies, ‘It is Neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the Best piece of ash I have ever poked my pecker into. Now wipe that smile off your face. And pass it on…

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