20 October 2012

I've seen some pretty horrible stuff, A chopped down tree is just enough, To scare almost anyone, And to think some people do it for fun!

I can't go into town no more, Because everyone just locks their door, The farmers try to shoot me down, And that's why I can't go into town.

So every day those blades grow near, And I am always doused in fear, As I watch my comrades fall, I will have to face them all.

For my name is great Oak, For the trees I have spoke, So now I am king, And joy to all trees I bring.

blackcatKing Oak • Opuss № I