The Lark And The Rose

The Lark and the Rose they were meeting By a brick, near the Rosebush’s place, And they chatted of rain and of weather; How age always leaves its trace. Then Lark said she knew of a Sparrow Who left his young fledglings behind, Rose said yes, this new generation To morality's certainly blind. Then Rose said she'd heard of a gardener Ripped all his plants from the ground; The government paid, just to burn them- Sent checks, just for sitting around. Said she worried that in the near future, Even Roses would be somewhat rare; And gardens would be gone completely- And only a few left would care. Then too, trees might get in their way, And a few mighty saws, take them down- And pretty soon after, she’d wager, Not a single bird nest would be found. How it started with just a few Sparrows, Who couldn't be bothered to raise Their young, and flew far from the neighborhood, And followed some careless new ways. And the flowers and the birds that said Not a single word, seeing the waste Of the gardens and trees, that went missing- Until it was right in their face. If you never can open your mouth To fight for the rights of a few, There'll be no one left to defend By the time it all comes down, to you.