They'll come down here from Whitehall

Shiny briefcases in hand.

They'll gloat and ring up a total

For selling off our land.

They'll say it can't be helped

Because they need the dough,

But we must be there to tell them

Just exactly where to go!

They're eyeing up our Forest

Calculating each last cent,

So we must stand the cost

For the money they have spent.

They will turn woodland into business parks,

Fields into housing – and hey,

The cost will be too high

For any Forester to pay.

So in will come the greedy ones,

And buy up all that's left,

Turn green dells into luxury homes

And cottages to holiday lets.

So be prepared, I beg you,

To put up one hell of a fight,

Or will the last Forester to leave here

Please remember to turn out the light!

– K.A. Wozencroft, Mitcheldean.