Listen to the kookaburra’s song, feel the oak's hard bark
Climb into its strong tree trunks, pick up its sticks, and wave its leaves in the forest's wind
Fly down its strong brown branches
And let the wind carry you down.
Run around the green oak forest, run past the forgotten oak trees
How can they be oak trees?
They do not have the bright green leaves
Flooding all over their tree branches
This oak tree is stubby and cut down, now it is just a trunk
Sit down on the cut-down trunk and have a rest
Then, run past the old tall oak tree with the kookaburras that sing their melody,
Let their song guide you back to your oak tree
The same oak tree that carries you into its branches, picks its leaves, and places them into your hair
Let the oak tree forest wind run with you again, and repeat running past the cut-down tree
Until the kookaburra songs guide you back to your oak tree,
It is not an oak tree anymore
It has no more strong oak branches to climb on and no leaves to put into your hair
It is now a cut-down trunk