Once there was in this land

this beautiful land of hills and streams,

with all it's bunnys and rabbits and sheep

a big, bad, and terrible wolf.

His greed was known everywhere,

but we did not bare his tyranny.

So we went and scared the wolves away,

to save our beautiful land.

But after the wolf was gone,

the flowers stopped to grow.

And soon we were to find

the wolf wasn't the problem, t'was the sheep.

And so we went and took all the sheep,

until there was no one left to eat.

But still the flowers didn't return,

and soon we learned that it was the hare.

So we went and shot all the rabbits near and far.

And the flowers returned, but the soil was bare,

no life could live here, not wolf, sheep nor hare.

And we learned that flowers were to blame.

So we took our matches and lit them aflame.

O! What a beauty this fiery sight,

this proof of our unchallenged might.

So we saved our home from ill-fated greed,

and now live in a land we deserve and need.

This our shelter, the valleys and streams,

this scorched earth, black cloak without seams.