Run, Forest!
Run, forest, run,
Pick up your roots and flee from everyone,
They want to cut you up for a thousand IKEAs,
Because they lack any creative ideas,
They want to break you down til Doomsday comes,
So that they can use you to wipe their bums,
Yet worse you'll be desecrated by lawyer's hands,
Used for scrawling out dictators' plans,
So think of yourself and what you'll become,
And run, forest, run, run, RUN!