Wonderful Land
to smell the flowers, and touch the trees,
to watch birds fly and watch the bees,
what wonders we have on this lovely land,
but we are just letting it slip, right through our hands,
with all the bombs and all the wars,
and now the south pole is starting to fore,
their chopping the trees,and taking the land,
what will we end up with, a pile of sand,
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