The Trees: Ooo-ooh, hey. Ooo-ooh, hey. Can’t you read, can’t you see this is private property, aren’t the sign plain and clear, no one is allowed in here, but since you’re here you should know, we will never let you go, you can cry you can shout, but you can’t get out. This it the Forest of No Return. This it the Forest of No Return. Those who stumble in, those who fumble in never can get out.
The Children: We have come, seeking sheep.
The Trees: Now, alas, you’re in too deep.
The Children: We don’t mean any harm.
The Trees: You have caused us great alarm.
The Children: Then, we’ll be out, on our way.
The Trees: Sorry, but you’ll have to stay.
The Trees: We will cry, we will shout.
The Trees: Still you can’t get out. This it the Forest of No Return. This it the Forest of No Return. You have stumbled in, you have fumbled in, now you can’t get out.
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