Son of a beech?
An oak and a maple were standing at the edge of a bluff gazing out over the vast expanse when they noticed a young sapling in the glen below.
"Oh look," said the oak. "A young son of a beech."
"Actually I think it's son of a birch," said the maple.
They turned to a male woodpecker hammering away in a nearby box elder. "Hey Woody," the oak called out. "Would you mind flying down and checking out that young sapling in the glen? Maple here says it's a son of a birch but I thin…