SAID the spider
To the fly
I think this insecticide
Will be the death of I
Said the worm
To the snail
I think this chemical fertiliser
Could be our coffin nail
Said the beetle
To the roach
I think this fungicide
Could kill us both
Said the wildflower
To the meadow
I think this herbicide
Could see us also go
Said the butterfly
To the bee
I think this pesticide
Too will annihilate me
Said the hedgehog
To the trees
Losing our habitat
Will bring us all to our knees
Said the land
To the sea
I think these poisons
Are slowly killing we
Said the sea
To the lands
The future lies
In the farmers’ hands