Looking down at you, Planet-Earth,
I remember you, as a Beautiful-Blue.
Now, your oceans are Black-With-Oil,
Look closely, you know its true.
Your Rain-Forests are all gone now
And your ground is a sickly brown.
What-In-The-World, have They done to you
Pretty-Planet in the round.
Your White-Clouds once held Fresh-Water
Now they are filled with Acid-Rain.
Your plains are Barren-With-Erosion
They were once Overflowing-With-Grain.
I remember you, as a Beautiful-Blue.
Now, your oceans are Black-With-Oil,
Look closely, you know its true.
Your Rain-Forests are all gone now
And your ground is a sickly brown.
What-In-The-World, have They done to you
Pretty-Planet in the round.
Your White-Clouds once held Fresh-Water
Now they are filled with Acid-Rain.
Your plains are Barren-With-Erosion
They were once Overflowing-With-Grain.
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