Since long, long, long before
The existence of remember
The trees had fought a might war
Until they all were timber.
The Pines trees dropped their needles
Into the woods of the Birch,
The Birch trees replied with beetles
That made the Pines’ bark lurch
The Sweetgums hid behind a hill
While a lone pioneer made sure
There numbers would outweigh the skill
Of the resilient Douglas Fir
The Cotton trees shook a great, big cloud
To taint the water of the warden Oak;
While it dried to death, bustling loud
The Cotton trees just wretched it choke.
Out West, rebellious brotherhoods
Allied and formed The Front of Ferns
To overthrow the Redwoods:
Trivial, for in the end
Every tree still burns.