The Trees

There is unrest in the forest,

There is trouble with the trees,

For the maples want more sunlight

And the oaks ignore their pleas.

The trouble with the maples,

(And they're quite convinced the're right)

They say the oaks are just too lofty

And they grab up all the light.

But the oaks can't help their feelings

If they like the way they're made.

And they wonder why the maples

Can't be happy in their shade?

There is trouble in the Forest

And the creatures all have fled

As the Maples scream 'Oppression!'

And the Oaks, just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union

And demanded equal rights.

'These oaks are just too greedy;

We will make them give us light.'

Now there's no more oak oppression,

For they passed a noble law,

And the trees are all kept equal

By hatchet,

Axe,

And saw.