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.
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.
