Lord Melkor Rightful Master of the Fates of Arda

There is trouble in the forest.
There is trouble with the trees.
For the Maples want more sunlight,
And the Oaks ignore their pleas.

The Trouble with the Maples;
and they're quite convinced they're right,
They say the Oaks are just too lucky,
And they grab up all the light.
But the Oaks can't help their feelings,
If they like the way they're made,
And they wonder why the Maples
Can't be happy in their shade.

There is trouble in the forest,
And the creatures all have fled,
For the Maples scream, 'Oppression!',
And the Oaks just shake their heads.

So the Maples formed a union,
And demanded equal rights,
They say the Oaks are just to greedy,
'We will make them give us light!'
Now there's no more Oak oppression,
For they cast a noble law,
And the trees are all kept equal,
By hatchet, axe and saw.