Long traditions with the land
Are now oft lost to crete and sand
There is no hope for planet three
Without the water, land and trees
How much land can one group take?
Before they see their vast mistake
To undo will take to long
And will not bring back the whipper’s song
There are bounds you should respect
And attention that you should direct
Preserve you must these last few places
Lest this lead to starving faces
Start with one and then another
Make it work, involve your brother
Remember for each one you save
Is traded for a thousand graves