Busy bustling no time to rest Wheeling dealing, hustling at best Always moving fast not slow Quick on your feet is how you must go No time for thinking or taking a breather Inner city life means you must be a weaver Car horns hooting in Barking or Tooting Not much of a chance to hear owls hooting Trees are thinning, concrete is winning Iβm not that averse to say cities are sinning I fear for our children the air they inhale Polluted by fumes a modern horrific tale Asthma, cancer, lung problems aplenty Hurting us badly not killing us gently Time for this planet is running out fast Global warming denial really wonβt last So think of YOUR children when you can Fill up your car with more than one man Turning off lights or unplugging your phone Isn't much til you make nature your home