Born on the easterly winds
The lords of the forest
Come to inspect their domain
The ravens keep their noisy bickering
Never ceasing to argue
The guard keeper is silent
Letting us pass without a challenge
For the lords are there
To look after their territory
They're redoubtable in conspiracy
Chasing any interloper
Without respite or pity
Even the chuffs, their cousins
Look suddenly innocent
And give them a wide berth
They are like the barons of old
Attack all that resist
Loot and pillage
The forest can't wait to see them go
It all depends in a change of wind.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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