Come, creatures of the forest, view what shall place.
The woods shift and quake, they ask what man can make.
Oh these woods, they shall give, as they are grace.
Come and see, ye wretched one, the man that they can break.
Come, creatures of the forest, start off with a rush
See through the trees, look for a thing that’s rash,
A small child collapses, falling into the brush.
His breath smells of c...
