Clean Up The Nation
Green valleys touched by the silver sunlight,
Full of interesting wildlife.
That was the earth then,
Before it was touched by the greediness of men.
Now, black towers of smoke rise up to the clouds
The then rolling hills now are gray mounds
The clean air is now a gray shadow
We must act now, and fight Pollution, our foe.
Put a stop to the clouds of smoke,
Which makes our lungs work hard like oxen tied to a yoke.
Break the cycle of Pollution
And help clean up the nation.