Marvin Moose

You look like a silly old moose, my friend With those antlers up high on your head Your name wouldn't be Mickey, would it? Oh it's Marvin! I like Mickey instead Well Marvin Moose, how are the forests? Are we finally turning it around? Will earth survive the pollution and garbage? Is it too late to break new ground? When man's existence is seriously threatened He usually comes through in a pinch Have faith in the strength of the human spirit Even though it's not a lead pipe cinch Future generations will be eternally grateful That we've made this gigantic effort To save the world from ecological disaster So they'll inherit a world of new sort You look like a silly old moose, my friend But at least you'll have forests to live in With ours and the help of dear Mother Nature The future looks bright for our kin! © Jack Ellison 2012