A new serum eradicates the
illness An old man rises from his wheelchair When suffering unknown
attacks the painless And common animals are becoming rare
As water
spins in circles twice Spiders, snakes and the little mice Get twisted
around 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 around and tumble down When Nature calls we all shall
drown.