I have kids, therefore I have (multiple copies of) the Giving Tree. The thing that always bugged me is that it looks nothing like an apple tree -more like some inexplicably fruit-bearing combination of beech tree and willow tree. Very strange!
One of the very first records I heard in my youth was by Burl Ives. I believe it was called something like "Froggie went a courting".
In answer to the still-baffling question "Do I know the Muffin Tree?", I can only surmise that this is some kind of oblique reference to A Melon for Ecstasy and respond that I have never been a tree-hugger of the Humphrey Mackevoy ilk.
Sorry, Mr Silverstein. This kind of tripe is inexcusable. And exposing children to it? I'm no child psychologist, but what would be the point? I'd hazard a guess that Bernie Madoff read this book, and look how he turned out. In fact there's a whole generation of bwankers who took it as their bible. Thanks a bunch, Shelly boy.
My real reaction to this piece of morally ambiguous reprehensible mawkishness is best expressed by the kind of interpretative dance that was Molly Shannon's forte (one syllable only, for crying out loud, people - PLEASE) on Saturday Night Live. But since this isn't a realistic goodreads option, I cede the reviewing platform to animated film genius, Amy Winfrey: