The
flowers bloomed,
The
grass was green,
The
sun was warm,
The
air was clean.
A
truck roared through the untouched grass,
Clouded the sun and the air with
gas.
The
beautiful flowers all were faded,
And the
wild animals were gated.
As the
men put up the fence
The animals cried "we are not
free!" and sighed.
More
trucks rolled on in,
Darkened the air with
smoke and
gin.
The animals ran in their own
defense,
At last they were stopped by the
fence.
The
birds went over,
The
bugs went under along with the other small things.
But the rest were stuck,
As a
man had snuck,
Upon the
deer he pulled out a
gun
And
shot them all one by one.
He rolled them back to their
camp
And gleamed with
pride and joy.
What a feast they had that
night,
A gun was their special
toy.
But many
miles away,
Where the
animals still roamed,
The
flowers bloomed,
The
grass was
green,
The
sun was
warm,
and the air was
clean.