| There is unrest in the forest
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| There is trouble with the trees
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| For the maples want more sunlight
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| And the oaks ignore their pleas
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| The trouble with the maples
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| And they’re quite convinced they’re right
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| They say the oaks are just too lofty
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| And they grab up all the light
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| But the oaks can’t help their feelings
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| If they like the way they’re made
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| And they wonder why the maples
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| Can’t be happy in their shade
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| There is trouble in the forest
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| And the creatures all have fled
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| As the maples scream «Oppression!»
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| And the oaks just shake their heads
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| So the maples formed a union
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| And demanded equal rights
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| «The oaks are just too greedy
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| We will make them give us light»
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| Now there’s no more oak oppression
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| For they passed a noble law
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| And the trees are all kept equal
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| By hatchet, axe, and saw |