I was reading "The complete book of Heating with Wood" written in 1975, when Electricity averaged 2.5 cents/Kilowat and Oil was $0.75/gallon. I got a kick out of this poem credited to "an anonymous English poet".
Beechwood fires are bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year.
Chestnut only good,they say,
If for long 'tis laid away.
But ash new or ash old
Is fit for queen with crown of gold.
Birch and fir logs burn too fast,
Blaze up bright and do not last.
It is by the Irish said
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread.
Elmwood burns like churchyard mold,
E'en the very flames are cold.
But ash green or ash brown
Is fit for queen with golden crown.
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke.
Apple wood will scent your room
With an incense like perfume.
Oaken logs, if dry and old,
Keep away the winter's cold.
But ash wet or ash dry
A king shall warm his slippers by.
Beechwood fires are bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year.
Chestnut only good,they say,
If for long 'tis laid away.
But ash new or ash old
Is fit for queen with crown of gold.
Birch and fir logs burn too fast,
Blaze up bright and do not last.
It is by the Irish said
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread.
Elmwood burns like churchyard mold,
E'en the very flames are cold.
But ash green or ash brown
Is fit for queen with golden crown.
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke.
Apple wood will scent your room
With an incense like perfume.
Oaken logs, if dry and old,
Keep away the winter's cold.
But ash wet or ash dry
A king shall warm his slippers by.