A historical and well known rhyme to describe the virtues of various species of timber when used as a fuel...
Beechwood fire burns bright and clear,
If the logs are kept a year.
Store your beech for Christmastide,
With New Year holly cut beside.
Chesnut only good, they say,
If for years ‘tis stored away.
Birch and firewood burn too fast,
Blaze too bright and do not last.
Flames from larch will shoot up high,
Dangerously the sparks will fly,
But ashwood green and ashwood brown
Are fit for a queen with a golden crown.
Oaken logs, if dry and old,
Keep away the winter cold.
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke.
Elmwood burns like a churchyard mould,
E’en the very flames are cold.
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread,
So it is in Ireland said.
Applewood will scent the room,
Pearwood smells like flowers in bloom.
But ashwood wet and ashwood dry
A king may warm his slippers by.