Little Earth

The little Earth is only small
But human race is having a ball
Severn billion souls all wanting a bit
Feeding upon the Earths enormous tit

Severn billion souls some rich some poor
All knocking daily on her door
We search for more each day
And nothing will get in our way

We chop down her diminishing trees
But who does this really please
We see the dying of her fish
Oh but they do make an exquisite dish

We fill her Oceans with our waste
Oh yes everything is done in haste
Many of our animals are disappearing
Thats because there is no true feeling

We strip her earth of minerals and oil
And do not worry about polluting her soil
We fill her atmosphere with pollution
Hey but who cares about the solution

What a fickle race we really are
Our marble towers we see from afar
So little Earth please take care
As those you nurture are unaware