A Litter Lament
Down in the laneway,
A ruckus arose,
A cackling and cawing,
A quarrel of crows,
Pushing and pulling
With feathers a-flap
Till the tie on the bag gave way with a snap!
Then, a squawk and a squabble,
Over what they would gobble,
Or some silly bauble
That someone discarded
Its worth unregarded
They would bring to their nest,
With all of the rest
Of the treasures they dug
With each hopeful tug;
Litterbird, Litterbird, fly away home,
Stop spoiling my work,
Leave my garbage alone!
Every two-winged, two-legged,
Four legged critter,
It just takes one thought
To decide not to litter;
Let's stop all the squabbling
That tears us apart,
Pick up our litter,
And polish our hearts.
>die Batstone
What is disconcerting is finding that many albatross are being found dead with their stomachs full of plastic items they have plucked from the sea, thinking they were food.
Ron