Cut down a tree and see,
The heat hikes for free,
Dump the dirt in the river,
And never regret to get fever uwith shiver,
Cement and brick rob the pastures of green,
Rain from the sky is rare to be seen,
Rude rays of the sun put many to permanent sleep,
Happily we breathe the poisoned air in the street,
Yet the slogan "Go green"
Never seems to have ceased,
A greenish world for the child to be born,
Will it just be a distant dream?
