CLUE 4
The eighty acres' three claim-stakers
Confusing the trees for the wood
Raised a stink by painting them pink—
There goes the neighborhood!
The parcels planned were locked by land
No access, not worth a dime
Pleading their case to unlock the space
Instead it was frozen in time
The Pinkville Three did not agree
They fought city hall—and fate—
And consequently—accidentally—
Preserved the woodland to date