Sir, nature never had a chance
Against mans avid greed
All she did was natural
In spreading annual seeds
Yet man came along and ***** her
Destroyed what she produced
And it never made the headlines
Was not even local news
The blossoms that she made
That fed the bees and birds
Those blossoms are no more
Because part or natures dead
I speak here now on her behalf
To try to stop the rot
Man has had his bounty
But now it has to stop
Sir think about what nature gives
About the bounty she provides
You must decide your honour
If nature lives or if she dies
Do you really want to see
Concrete blocks instead of trees
Our lovely ground rent by open cast
No more birds to sing for us
Sir the choice is up to you
Tower blocks or a pristine view
Decide sir how it going to be
Oil wells or fresh green trees