Amazing mountains,
Music of fountains,
Flowing rivers,
And the divers.
All on duty.
Keep the beauty.
The teen-aged girls,
Need these curls.
The babes and moms,
Need the farms.
Mother’s the earth,
Keep her wealth.
All on duty!
Keep the beauty! !
The queen planet,
Eternal sonnet,
Forests and gardens,
Are the wardens.
The friendly trees!
Cut not please!
All on duty! !
Keep the beauty!
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