A new serum eradicates the illness
An old man rises from his wheelchair
When suffering unknown attacks the painless
Common animals are becoming rare
As water spins in circles twice
Spiders, snakes and little mice
Get twisted ’round and tumble down
When Nature calls, we all shall drown
If the earth is dying of a growing thirst
Rain shall fall on dried-out soil
And every kind of bud shall burst
A sough of relief to insects’ turmoil
As water spins in circles twice
Spiders, snakes and the little mice
Get twisted ’round and tumble down
When Nature calls, we all shall drown