The Traitors Of Nature

The early times were prime

Oh, those gold years of time

Those creatures used to roam

But not so long ago

The traitors destroyed it, oh

All the poor creatures’ homes.

Although it damaged the greens

The forest became littered with the machines

They had no-where to live

They cried and whined

The population died

Lots faced extinction

All because of the traitor citizens

Oh, the creatures had nowhere to live.