He looks out of the window and regrets his action,
What he did, what humanity did for their own satisfaction.
He survives on his last oxygen tank,
Only has pollution to thank.
Had he heard mother nature’s cry,
He would have given sustainability and conservation a try.
Reduce, Reuse, Recycle was the chant,
He thought it was a rather bothering rant.
Make it or break it, it’s your mother earth,
He wishes upon a star, “Mother Earth, rebirth!”