High above in a place called Earth.
Just after its great rebirth.
Then the age of the dinosaurs roam.
After dawn their going home.
People,reptiles and volcanoes wake,
From their long sleepy brake.
Soon now there are jobs even homes to build.
Oh my,I'm extremely thrilled.
From the people I see so much waste.
The world must feel so misplaced.
With garbage and everything all over the land.
Trust I'll tell you I'm not a big fan.
So why don't one day we just all help out.
If you have time it could be a Saturday or a Sunday.
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