The Act of Deforestation

                        Deforestation is a major situation

                       Giving all the animals sad limitations

                            On where their homes will be

                                  Up high in the trees

                            If we don’t do anything now                                                                       Everything will fall down

                         The trees go boom crash bang

              And the birdies stop singing any little song they sang

                     Like great mountains tumbling to the floor

                          All to make your fancy front doors

                             Our oxygen makers all disappear

                               Taking too long to just reappear

                       They’ve been here since the beginning, guarding over us

                      And we throw them away to make room for a bus

                               Is this ok? Is this what you wanted:

                       For the earth to become unsettled, unwanted?