For To Become Billionaires

For to become billionaires is their life's desire But so little about them that one can admire Driven by their need to financially succeed Their God is money those addicted to greed For to build a factory in the industrial side of the town In the wood where the birds sang they cut the trees down The beauty in Nature they do not seem to see To them a bird just a bird and a tree just a tree But for what we do to Nature future generations must pay What goes around comes around life is that way Natural habitat destruction by humans to extinction for wildlife does lead Yet of such in newspapers we seldom do read The people I know of but do not wish to know Seem to fail to realize we must reap what we sow.