The polluters are deaf to the reason voices, so what about telling them the truth between laughter?
We will be leaving a world with a dirty face for tomorrow's generations, a world that once was peaceful and innocent until Man feverish started working on it with vengeance and today we are walking on it up to here.
Maybe humor isn't the formula, so, if not, what it is?

As I, me, travel nonchalant from
tree to tree hanging from a vine,
I can hear coming from below
is a rocket! is a bullet! is a plane!
no, no, no, no!, you are all wrong,
it is me, aaahiiiooohaaa Tarzan!!!

The one that up about the tree tops
has a bungalow for a proper house,
with three rooms and a kitchen
and oops! nowhere to find a bath,
as every morning I am reminded
by those below that are going by.

Among all what you call apes,
I am the only completely shaved one,
oh! they make fun of me, from the
little monkeys up to Tantor, the elephant,
but am stronger that Kala gorilla silverback
and the king of the jungle, that's a fact.

Up in the house is Jane, another naked ape,
but it is a "she," what you could call a "gal"
chasing away my poker game buddies
and once every moon, for a few nights,
converting herself into a warring banshee
that not even Tarzan, to tangle with, wants.

We haven't got cinema here, or popcorn,
Boy, our son, came after a week of heavy rain,
born screaming is head off, and still does,
with what's called jungle rock with his band,
a Tasmanian Devil drummer, one bass gorilla
and three chimps chorus to scream duha!!! duha!!!

Oh yes! why am writing this to all of you?
because I am old and you forgot Tarzan,
coming here on safaris, taking pictures
and littering my world with discarded trash,
be my guest, come to look up to my house, but,
do it after Tantor leaves a lot of bull outside.