The maple tree is now the president

The garden’s now a Wood ,where dwell three wolves
The maple red is now the president
And all the laws and rules have been devolved
For the sake of other residents

This green country gives heart like mine no grief
For hidden are the houses standing near
And as the wolves dance, I watch with relief
Though ants and beetles stand around and stare

For wolves are never seen in suburbs tame
And maples are at home in foreign lands
It may be that the satyrs play new games
And smuggle in some creatures contraband.

Let explanations die their long due death.
Let’s lose our minds and dance in happiness.