Within These Woods

Within these woods, I know my place.

Everyone has a familiar face.

I stand with my leaves feathering out

With a huge smile and never a pout.

A note of nature, a bird of song

These strange humans don't know the difference between right and wrong.

They have killed my family, my reason for living.

A part of my soul will never forgive 'em.

This is my home, my kingdom

And so, within these woods, I know my place.

Where everyone has a familiar face.

So next time you think of taking out a saw,

Think of me and let the idea thaw.