There was unrest in the forest, There was trouble with the trees, For the maples wanted sunlight And the oaks ignored their pleas. The 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 If they like the way they're made. And they wonder why the maples Can't be happy in their shade. There was trouble in the forest, And the creatures all had fled, As the maples screamed "Oppression!" And the oaks just shake their heads