In a forest green, where the trees stand tall,
Lived twelve huntsmen, answering the forest's call.
With bows in hand, and hearts so light,
They marched through the woods, in the morning light.
Oh, the twelve huntsmen, with their arrows bright,
In the forest's embrace, where dreams take flight.
With a march in their step, they'd make their way,
In the land of adventure, day by day.
Through the rustling leaves, and the streams so clear,
The twelve huntsmen journeyed, without a fear.
With a song on their lips, they'd sing their tune,
As they marched through the forest, 'neath the golden moon.
Oh, the twelve huntsmen, with their arrows bright,
In the forest's embrace, where dreams take flight.
With a march in their step, they'd make their way,
In the land of adventure, day by day.
In the end, they found their prize,
As the twelve huntsmen danced, 'neath the azure skies.
For in the heart of the forest, they'd see,
The beauty of friendship, and endless glee.