About woods

Birds are having a rest in the tree
Not leaving their spot before three
Wind is bloing soft as wool
Making the Bird's rest nice and cool

Humans acting like a fool
Walking in the woods with an evil tool
An axe to chop down the tree
So the Birds shall need to flee

Master Bird always said no
We will stay, they should go
The Bird Folk followed his road
And asked advice from Master Toad

His words were wise and grey
The Birds should forever stay
He said: go and find a friend to fight
And haunt humans during the night

Gather foxes, wolves, bears and Master Duck
To bring back Master Bird's luck
Away with evil men and their roads
Forever killing the folk of Toads

The forest is the home of animals
They are kings and queens of many falls
Gather the Forest Moot
And scare thieves hunting for wood

Old Master Bird dreams of a life
Without the threat of axe and knife
Safe are woods with no mor burglars
No more suffering from painful scars

Away with modern civilization
Forests have their own nation
Animals rule their own kingdom
Filled with peace and wisdom

Humans be prepared for war
If you leave a forest with another scar
Respect forests and their treasures of gold
And let the peaceful woods grow old