Every day when we sleep,

Lots of animals weep, weep, weep.

Worried for the sky, the sun,

but especially for their mum.

Oh, how they moan

 

Tasmanian Devils struggle for survival,

it is the same for many of their rivals.

For mankind, they will destruct,

and for the animals, they will get corrupt.

They don't have two pennies to rub together.

They might even get extinct forever.