Of all the very many things,
That damage our fair land;
Pollution is the worst of them,
It's time we made a stand.

A drive out through the countryside,
Once a pleasure taken,
Now shows us many lovely places,
Which, sadly, are forsaken.

And many of these nasty things,
That mar our land so fair,
Are products of our progress,
Advances we all share.

Where 'dead marines' once lined the roads
Where someone had a drink;
We now find empty metal cans,
Unsightly, don't you think?

Perhaps we could recycle them,
If they were all collected;
But who would take the trouble if
No rewards were detected.

I know, when just a little chap,
When going on a trip;
To stop and collect the empty bottles
To sell was thought quite hip.

And what about those plastic bags,
They give you when you shop?
I say go back to paper ones,
This business has got to stop.

Consider too the creeks and rivers,
The harbours and the bays;
To fill them up with junk and stuff,
Shows we must mend our ways.

We surely all must be aware,
Of Mother Nature's plight;
So come on all, improve your act,
And let us get things right.

Don't dump your rubbish anywhere,
You already pay a due,
For garbage disposal services,
And you should use them too.

The beauty which we now destroy,
By dumping waste and litter;
Will leave, too soon, in all our mouths,
A taste that's all so bitter.

It's not just children we must teach,
To keep our environment clean;
But all we adults too must learn,
To tidy up.....be clean.