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.