Forest Prince
She was a beautiful mother
And stood proudly in the sun
With a new one in the world
That had never heard a gun
Hiding was the thing
That kept him there alive
With trespassers every day
As he tried to hide
He began to venture out
And was spotted by some squirrels
And some crows that cawed
Disturbing his little world
Others were his friends
As they kept their voices low
Their mornings there spent glad
Running to and fro
He was crowned one day
And took his place with others
Somewhat shy themselves
And preferring heavy cover
He survived and would reign
Regal in his ways
With charm in his woods
For many splendid days