They must not sell our Forest home

Where we have all been free to roam

And marvel at the changing views

From spring's new life to autumn's hues,

Or wander by the pools and streams

Which sparkle in the sun's bright beams

And picnic in a Forest glade

While sheltered by a great oak's shade,

Then follow woodland paths to reach

The scented bluebells 'neath the beech,

Or watch the boar and sheep and deer

And nesting birds that all live here

They must not sell our Forest home

All creatures must be free to roam.