Many things can change,
The place we call home.
Wind, water, people or oil.
Wind can ruin houses.
Water can ruin farms.
People can ruin forests.
Oil can ruin water.
If houses are gone,
Where will we live?
If farms can’t grow,
Where do we get food?
If trees are being cut down,
Where do the animals go?
If oil pollutes the water,
Where do the fish go?
In the movie named Fern Gully,
Exists a land that has pixies, fairies and such folly.
When humans cut the forest down,
What happens to their little town?
There’s a story about an oil monster,
Who roams around the forest and haunts her.
He was once locked in a tree,
Until the humans cut him free.
As he runs out of the bark,
The sky grows gloomy and dark.
When he takes over the tree cutter,
“Go to Fern Gully”, he did mutter.
He told the tree cutter,
That it was a lot funner.
As they headed that way,
One fairy looked for them all day.
She ran into a human,
That was part of the crewman.
She made him teeny tiny,
And he became all whiny.
He saw how they survive,
And what they needed to thrive.
Zak tried to tell the crew,
But he couldn’t jump like a kangaroo.
A fairy helped him to the window,
And he turned the key below.
The cutter turned off,
And the oil monster started to cough.
The oil monster cut down tons of land,
And turned them into grasslands.
This is what happens,
When people go a nappin’.
Maybe they’re a slob,
When it comes to their job.
Fern Gully is now safe as it was before,
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