Behold Quercus, big and strong,
A titan on the land.
Arms are huge, and very long,
Mightier than any man.
Unconquered spirit in his veins,
Invincible to winds and rains.
Immortal giant On the forest floor,
Powerful, stong and true.
Surrounded in legend, myths and lore,
With a heart that bleeds true blue.
Forever master and benevolent king,
The praises of Quercus I now sing.
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