31 October, 1975
Atom bombs dropping,
Foresters are lopping,
Peace on the earth
For the trees with a girth?
People are crying,
The birds too are flying,
Peace in the air,
Though not in the lair.
Foxes are cunning,
Young girls are stunning,
Wearing a fox coat,
As well as a stoat.
Water is running,
Mink too are cunning,
But after they’re sought
Soon they are caught.
Peace on the earth.
To what will give birth,
The slaughter of animals
Or Harmony?
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