There

is

un-

rest

in

the

fo-

rest

There

is

trou-

ble

with

the

trees

For

the

ma-

ples

want

more

sun-

light

And

the

oaks

ig-

nore

their

pleas

The

trou-

ble

with

the

ma-

ples

And

they're

quite

con-

vinced

the-

y're

right

They

say

the

oaks

are

just

too

lo-

f-

ty

And

they

g-

rab

up

a-

ll

the

ligh-

t

But

the

oaks

can't

help

their

fee-

lings

If

they

like

the

way

they're

ma-

de

And

they

won-

der

why

the

ma-

ples

Can't

be

hap-

py

in

thei-

r

sha-

de

There

is

trou-

ble

in

the

fo-

rest

And

the

crea-

tures

all

have

fled

As

the

ma-

ples

screa-

m

"Op-

pres-

sion!"

And

the

oaks

just

shake

their

heads

So

the

ma-

ples

formed

a

u-

nion

And

de-

man-

ded

e-

qua-

l

rights

"The

oaks

are

just

too

gree-

dy

We

will

ma-

ke

them

give

u-

s

light"

Now

there's

no

more

oak

op-

pre-

s-

sion

For

they

passed

a

no-

ble

law

And

the

trees

are

all

kept

e-

qual

By

hat-

chet,

axe,

and

saw.