May the rabbits roam the countryside,
And skylarks fill the blue.
Robins contest the hedgerows,
Into which they flew.
For one day Man will take all this,
And claim it for himself.
Break it, change it with disregard,
For no gain but his wealth.
So go on, carry on like this,
And disrespect the land.
The future of our countryside,
Will be the blood upon your hands.
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