In the sunny town of Nablus, there stood a tree so grand, Olly was an olive tree, the friendliest in the land. His leaves would shimmer, his branches sway, inviting all to come and play.

"Come one, come all," Olly would cry, "See the wonders beneath the Palestinian sky!" His roots were deep, his trunk so stout, he welcomed everyone round about.

With a wiggle and a giggle, the animals would prance, they joined Olly in a merry dance. Ellie the elephant, Benny the bee, they loved to frolic under Olly's tree.

"Oh, how I love this shady spot," said Ellie, hugging Olly's lot. Benny buzzed with glee and cheer, "Olly's the best tree far and near!"

As seasons passed, Olly would sigh, "I stand tall, beneath the sky. Through sun or rain, I’m never dull, for friends I have, my heart is full."

The winds of winter whispered long, while Olly hummed a gentle song. "Don't fear the chill," he'd softly say, "Spring will come, bringing new play."

And sure enough, when springtime came, the meadows filled with bloom and flame. Kids and critters, big and small, they ran to Olly, one and all.

Under Olly’s arms so wide, the townsfolk loved to laugh and hide. They’d play games of peek-a-boo, and sing songs just for me and you.

One day Nadi, a boy so kind, shared a secret he did find. "Olly's olives cure all woes, a gift to us as Olly grows."

With shiny green eyes and rosy cheeks, everyone felt joy for weeks. "Thank you, Olly!" they would shout. No more sadness, no more doubt.

Olly smiled as leaves did flutter, with a voice as smooth as butter, "Spread love and joy, be kind and true, for happiness will grow in you."

So remember Olly’s tale so dear, it’s joyous message, oh, so clear: In the town of Nablus bright, the olive tree will bring delight!