Re: help finding a book

"Buffi R" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote in message
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> I am looking for a book that my father read to me as a child.  All I
> remember about it is that they were sitting under an amfalula
> tree(phoenetically spelled).  I don't think it is a Dr. Seuss book.
> It is an older book.  My father remembers it having a lot of neat
> sounding words.  He read it in the early '90's.
>
> I am trying to find it for him for a Christmas gift to read to his
> grandchildren.
>
> Thank you.
> Buffi

The only mention I can find on the 'net, regarding that
tree, refers to Eugene Field's poem "The Dinkey Bird",
from the early 1900s.

IN an ocean, 'way out yonder
  (As all sapient people know,)
Is the land of Wonder-wander,
  Whither children love to go:
It 's their playing, romping, swinging,
  That give great joy to me
While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing
  In the amfalula tree!

There the gum-drops grow like cherries,
  And taffy's thick as peas,-
Caramels you pick like berries
  When, and where, and how you please;
Big red sugar-plums are clinging
  To the cliffs beside that sea
Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing
  In the amfalula tree.

So when children shout and scamper
  And make merry all the day,
When there 's naught to put a damper
  To the ardor of their play;
When I hear their laughter ringing,
  Then I 'm sure as sure can be
That the Dinkey-Bird is singing
  In the amfalula tree.

For the Dinkey-Bird's bravuras
  And staccatos are so sweet,-
His roulades, appoggiaturas,
  And robustos so complete,
That the youth of every nation-
  Be they near or far away-
Have especial delectation
  In that gladsome roundelay.

Their eyes grow bright and brighter,
  Their lungs begin to crow,
Their hearts get light and lighter,
  And their cheeks are all aglow;
For an echo cometh bringing
  The news to all and me,
That the Dinkey-Bird is singing
  In the amfalula tree.

I 'm sure you like to go there
  To see your feathered friend,-
And so many goodies grow there
  You would like to comprehend!
Speed, little dreams, your winging
  To that land across the sea
Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing
  In the amfalula tree!

Kris