Mother

My Mother says she's not feeling well
Her temperatures up with an achy head
And I think she should go lie down in bed.

But not my Mother, no siree bub
She just keeps goin round
From sun up to sun down.  

It could be 100 or 40 below
Nothing stops that old girl
She's a dynamo.

Yet lately I've noticed she's coughing alot
Her hair's falling out
And I think she's got gout.

An infection maybe I think she has
Some nasty old bug
That's give her the crud.

I believe I know the problem she has
My Mother is sick, and rightly so
Of the billions of people that treat her so low.

We foul up the skies
And torture the land
And treat the oceans like a garbage can.

The more people we have 
That treat her so badly
It wont be too long till she's looking quite sadly.

Doesn't take rocket science 
For the cause to be seen
It's you and I and us and we.

Let's clean up our act
Cut the old girl a break
Let's give her more insead of take take take take.

We need to keep laws to protect Mother dear
Cause without her good health
We'll all soon disappear.