They'Ll All Just Die

I see them Cutting down the trees, I see on the road All the dead leaves. Where will the animals live? Where will the birds fly? Without a home, They'll all just die. I look down At the oil spill The poor ocean That it will fill. What about the otter? What about the seal? The pain of theirs, I just can't feel. The sadness Overwhelms me. They just Need to flee. But where will the animals live? Where will the birds fly? Without a home, They'll all just die.