There is unrest in the forest;
There is trouble with the trees;
For the maples want more sunlight;
And the oaks ignore their pleas...
There is trouble with the maples;
And they're quite convinced they'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; 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;
The 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...
The maples got their sunlight;
Now that the oaks are all but gone;
But as the maples are still struggling; They wonder what went wrong...
In the quest of seeking equity;
They applied the Hatchet, Axe, and Saw; And as they killed the oaks without pity; They destroyed themselves all along.