I wish I were in the dark wood
Where my feelings are always good.
I say “hi” to the Cedar,
He’s such a great greeter.
I listen to the Maple,
She told me a joyous fable.
I sit with the grove of Oak,
They are such friendly folk.
But I spend most of my time with Willow,
Who is such a sad fellow.
Perhaps my feelings aren’t always good,
But I still want to be in the dark wood.