Stop the O-Zone

It was a fine brisk autumn afternoon,
on the lake you could hear the loon.
Wonderful how all the gold's were in bloom,
on the bank of the river a raccoon.

The squirrels gathered their winter food,
and the bears were in a very sleepy mood.
The beavers have done all their chores,
now the bears have locked their doors.

Autumn is a beautiful time of year,
everything seems to slow down a gear.
But man still burns his Oil and Cole,
to stop the O-Zone should be his goal.