The Raven is a clever bird
She’s playful and free.
The Oak is tall and strong
He’s a very giving tree.

They met one night in the middle of a storm
She took shelter in his leaves.
Near his trunk she huddled close
The wind became a breeze.

Raven knew the love was true
When in her ear he spoke.
From that moment they remained,
The Raven and the Oak.

Now the Raven she’s a flighty one
She looks to the stars and schemes
While the Oak tree’s roots are deeply set
But still he has his dreams.

“Fly free!” says the Oak
“Take to the skies and go!”
“Do what you need think not of me,
“I’ll always be here, you know.”

And so she goes, she dips and soars
Off into the night so black
But never for long and always nearby
And to him she’ll ever come back.

The Raven she’s a tricky bird
You might not get her joke
But know this now and know it well
The Raven and the Oak.