I heard that once upon a time
the Earth was nice and green.
Until, that is, the human race
appeared upon the scene.
Without ado we set about
despoiling Nature's goods:
we poisoned the water, befouled the air,
and chopped down all the woods.

Upon the planet's animals
we soon began to war.
The Romans slaughtered millions,
'cause they thought it was hard-core.
A thousand species were wiped out
before we'd even blinked;
see, humans are fatally talented
at making things extinct.

We soon forgot about all else
except the bottom line.
As long as there was dough to make,
well, that was good and fine.
The other living things on Earth
were forced to step aside.
And as for the ones that got in the way,
we just made sure they died.

Alas, poor world! I wish it was
the way it used to be.
When animals were not locked up
in zoos, but roaming free.
Does that make me a Gloomy Gus,
all cynical inside?
Well maybe it does,
'cause I'll tell you this:
I have NO human pride.

LW