Questions to ask an urban 4x4 driver Chorus Hey you, in your SUV Showing off your property In your gas guzzling, smart new car Who the hell do you think you are? Flattening the earth and poisoning the air Why don't you care? Do you know how many die in the fight To get the oil to feed your heart's delight? Do you know how many suffer From Colombia to Nigeria? Do you know how far the poison's spread How many dead? Chorus Do you see the rivers running black Or will you only turn your back? Do you choke on the polluted air or do you really just not care? Do you know how many more must die Or wonder why? Chorus Do you see the stricken fish and birds Or hear the cries across the world Are you afraid of sounds of war Or do you just want more and more Do you ever stop, or even try To wonder why? Barren earth, and poisoned sea Is this how we want the world to be? See http://www.stopurban4x4s.org.uk/ for news and ideas from the Alliance against Urban 4x4's

Life It isn't just me, it isn't just you, That helps things along We all fit together – like the notes in a song What makes the garden grow? It isn't just you or me – we know It's the rain and the sun and the soil and the seed The butterfly and the troublesome weed The silent worm, and the buzzing bee All fit together with you and me. We like to think we're in control Of pretty much everything But just remember what happens When we start to sing Many voices join together One big sound comes out It isn't just you, it isn't just me That it's all about. Things just grow because they have to Without the help of me or you And we are part of all that ever grew We live life – and life lives us too. It isn't just me, it isn't just you, That helps things along We all fit together – like the notes in a song What makes the garden grow? It isn't just you or me – we know It's the rain and the sun, and the soil and the seed The butterfly, and the troublesome weed Winter gales and the summer breeze, New young leaves on ancient trees The soaring eagle, flying free All fit together with you and me

Take the Britishness Test A safe just tolerant society Is what the Home Office wants for you and me And all those hopeful immigrants who thought they might be free In our safe, just tolerant society. But if you want to stay you've got to prove you're a Brit Take the Britishness test, and get the certificate Do you know the rules about buying a beer? You'd better get it right - or you can't stay here They say they believe in integration And they wouldn't dream of assimiliation But you've got to pass the examination To be part of the great British nation If you're a medic or an engineer You've definitely got a safe place here But if you're trying to escape rape or murder You may just have to travel further. Do you know what the Queen does for a job? How many people keep a dog? How can you find out the number of the zoo - And at New Year what do the Welsh do? All these examples were taken from the first edition of the book 'Life in the UK' that potential British citizens have to study before their test to see if they qualify for full Britishness and a passport (separate fees for the test and the passport)

Masters of Intervention Masters of intervention Don't even mention The profits they want to make They just keep raising the stakes They tell us they believe in democracy, Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness Well I don't feel happy when you destroy the earth Kill children, or mothers about to give birth I don't feel happy about the billions you make Selling weapons to whoever will take them I don't feel happy with tanks on the roads Or planes taking off with their deadly loads Masters of deception Tell us we don't understand They've got it all worked out They've got a plan. Well I don't want you to control the rest Of the world to do what you think best Your notion of liberty leaves the rest of the world in poverty I don't like your tariffs and your free trade agreements As you grab resources from every continent I don't want you playing with your new war toys Strutting around being bully boys You say you'll get rid of weapons of mass destruction But it's different in your own land - That's terrorist prevention... Masters of destruction Say the wars they wage are just It's always the other side That's in the wrong. But who gets killed in all these wars? Who is dying for whose cause? Your violent ideology Makes human rights a mockery The latest drone technology Kills from a distance - shockingly When murder's by remote control It doesn't make it moral We've seen it all before we know War doesn't take us where we want to go Dedicated to all victims of Western 'regime change'

Democracy Democracy, democracy The blessing of the West 'cos the West knows best Democracy, democracy The neo-liberal fantasy And if there' s an ideological clash then we'll have a bash to make them do What we want, cos we know we're right , we can win this fight and the future's bright Democracy, democracy From the land of the free to you and me Democracy, democracy Set the global markets free. You can rise up against your oppressive regimes And we'll send in tanks and submarines To help - if we can make a profit or two, But if not we'll leave it up to you... Democracy, democracy A corporate ideology Is meant to make us all feel free - Why is it that we disagree? Consumer choice is just a lie We buy and sell as the forests die Monetary or military - these systems cannot set us free Corruption rules in every state Elections fuel fear and hate... Democracy, democracy The blessing of the West 'cos the West knows best Democracy, democracy The neo-liberal fantasy Democracy, democracy, From the land of the free to you and me Democracy, democracy Not to be confused with - Liberty.

The Ant and the Grasshopper - The Fable Retold Grasshopper sang in the fields all day Everybody loved to hear her play She sang with the sun, she sang with the moon But the summer ended far too soon Then the days grew shorter and the nights got colder And Grasshopper started to feel pangs of hunger. Ant worked away the summer long Didn't have time to sing any songs Biting anyone in her way Certainly didn't have time to play But when the nights got colder and the days grew shorter Ant would be able to feed her daughter. 'Ant, could you spare me a bite to eat? I'm feeling rather thin and weak I'm losing my will and strength to play Finding it hard to get through the day The nights are long and it's getting colder And this poor grasshopper's feeling older.' 'What have you been doing the summer long? Wasting time, singing your song Your life is not at all constructive You certainly havn't been productive You're an idle scrounger, you deserve to die I'm not going to share my food supply!' 'Nobody likes you because you bite And you don't sing under the moon at night You're prepared to steal other creatures' food And claim you're working for the common good When the nights get warm and the days grow long Then you will certainly miss my song!' Ant turned away with a hardened heart She had targets to meet, and problems with staff She could see Grasshopper fading away On a chilly winter's day But when the summer came back And the days grew long Faintly she could hear a familiar song. What's the point in working all day And never having time to play If we won't share what we have with others Treat the whole world as our neighbours? We'll re-write the story, so we'll all be free Living in peace and harmony I've always hated this particular one of Aesop's fables since I first heard it as a child. It's so unfair!

The Complaint of the Cockcroach You despise us, criticise us, try to paralyse us Call us vermin, want to wipe us out You say there's too many of us - but we'd like to know Why is it US that have to go? You're doubling your species every day Who's going to drive you lot away? You're stealing the land, the sea and the air And we say - that's not FAIR There's too many of you - don't you see You've already exceeded the earth's capacity You're a plague and a crisis, you're out of all proportion When will you learn to exercise some caution? It isn't just you - it's your shopping and machines Your industrial chemicals that you think make you clean Everywhere you go you leave a trail of destruction Chaos and poison from your mass production You're the single biggest ecological disaster Yet you keep multiplying faster and faster With your houses, cars and pets and your families that grow Where are the rest of us meant to go? You make agricultural deserts where the rest of us can't thrive You think it's the only way to stay alive But how will you survive here all on your own? It'll be a lonely planet when we've all gone But when it comes to survival we've got the edge on you There's no catastrophe we won't be able to get through When your world collapses and you realise it's the end Then you may wish you'd been a better friend To the rest of us, who crawl or fly Tunnel underground, or buzz through the sky To the creatures you call pests, and a waste of space - You may finally recognise we all have our place But it'll be too late, if you don't act now Realise your mistakes, and work out how You can share the earth with the rest of us here You've got to stop reproducing - isn't that clear? You despise us, criticise us, try to paralyse us Call us vermin, want to wipe us out You say there's too many of us - but we'd like to know Which one of us will be the first to go? See www.populationmatters.org, if you are concerned about the continuing expansion of the human ecological footprint

Floating Swimming on a summer's day, floating in the sea Resting on the waves, sweetly free Remember there was a time when this could never be If you float you're damned, you must be a witch You're a child of Satan, a whore and a bitch You may work healing with potions and herbs You may bring children into the world But you have powers that make us afraid You're a role model we must eradicate. Floating on a summer's day, sweetly free One with the rest of life in the sea Dolphins, fish and whales, let them be, let them be If you want to be saved you must drown Be the best bride of Christ in town Consider the common good - obliterate yourself, that you should There's no place for women like you Who take control over what they do Who know their minds and use their power They're bound for hell and eternal fire Floating on a summer's day, swimming in the sea One with the ocean of life, sweetly free Singing with the waves - let her be, let her be... During the bloody inquisition in Europe, women accused of witchcraft were thrown into deep water. Supposedly, if they were innocent, they would drown anyway. If they did not drown, they were assumed 'guilty', tortured and then burnt to death. All over the world, women have been, and still are, murdered simply for being women.

The Other Whom do you find before you? A friend, a sister, a brother? Or do you only find the other, The other? What do you call out? A name or a number? Do you hear yourself in the voice of the other, The voice of the other? So life turns around And we become the other And we lose our names And we are only numbers, only numbers Whom do you find before you A friend, a mother, a lover? Or do you only find the other, The other?

Sing with the Children Sing with the children, speak with the children Dream with the children, sing for the children They will inherit the earth, though they never asked for it What will we leave them, what will we leave them? Will we leave them a desert, or will we leave them fertile land Will we leave them a war zone - or will we leave them peace? Will we leave them forests and the sacred trees Or will we leave them a concrete waste? What will we leave them? Will we leave them the oceans and the roaring surf And the life that clings to the rocks at low tide? Will we leave them rivers, and clear water Or will we leave them poison, hunger and thirst? They will inherit the earth, though they never asked for it.. Will we leave them the creatures that roam across the earth, Or will we leave them fading memories? Will we leave them Spring and the Dawn Chorus, Or will we leave them silence and death? What will we leave them? Will we leave them laughter and the joy of life Or will we leave them anger and hate ? Will we leave them freedom and imagination Or will we leave them prisons of despair? Will we leave them wisdom, and the power of healing And will we leave them poetry and song? They will inherit the earth, though they never asked for it... What will we leave them?

Get out of your car Get out, get out, get out, get out Get out, get out, get out of your car Get out, get out, get out, get out Get out of your car You could try dancing in the street You could arrange to meet A friend by bus or foot or bike You might even find you like it Millions of square miles of the planet Covered in car-parks, roads and tarmac We could use for growing food - Then we wouldn't need trucks to bring us food And we wouldn't need the roads to carry the trucks Have to look in both directions 'Cos of death on wheels approaching We just want to walk in peace Have space for kids to play in safety Air to breathe that isn't nasty Sounds to hear that aren't machines.. Lives to live that have some meaning Even without automation Transport's hard if you're disabled But we would all be enabled If we lived our lives more slowly- Took the time to think more clearly- Didn't think the world was just Made in heaven to please us We can't fly like eagles We don't dive like ducks We depend on technology Which was meant to set us free But it looks like we're heading for catastrophe ...... Get out of your car... (A city cyclist's viewpoint)

What on Earth are we going to do?​ If we want to save the islands and the polar bears We need to make big changes everywhere Bio-fuels cannot feed us Nuclear power brings diseases What on earth are we going to do? A world run for profit is not sustainable We can't go on expanding more and more. We need to change the way we live Take much less and learn to give Not destroy the earth with war. Turn off computers, travel less Grow and eat our food locally Don't waste money on the military Invest in solar energy That's what we're going to do. Talk to your neighbours, Switch off the mobile phone Forget the stereo and start to sing Watch the stars, enjoy the flowers Work less – and with the extra hours You can be happy gardening. Do we really need to buy so many versions of one thing Mostly made in countries far away? If instead of going on shopping sprees We took the time to care for trees We could grow a forest in a day.

The Ballad of the Maytime Mermaids 'Twas on a lovely summer night, the loch was smooth and calm Three women got into a boat, preparing to disarm They took an angle-grinder, some hacksaws and a drill And waited for the moment when all around was still. Disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm Upholding international law, we sail off to disarm. They got a little nervous when the engine wouldn't start Luckily it came to life and so they could depart Angie navigated, slightly red and hot But soon they crossed the water and reached their chosen spot. Disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm To end the threat of nuclear crime we sail off to disarm. They reached the Maytime base, no police or guards were there For three long hours they worked away,and stripped the whole place bare With the last computer overboard, they took a well-earned rest Had their picnic and waited, knowing they'd done their best. Disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm Justice will be done, as we sail off to disarm. And now a strange new habitat has formed for creatures down below Round fax machines and modems, the waving weeds do grow The jelly fish are singing, the women can take heart In transforming the nuclear-military threat, at least they've made a start. Disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm Transforming weapons into life, we peacefully disarm. In 1999 Ellen Moxley, Ulla Roder and Angie Zelter went on to 'Maytime' an accoustic research barge in Loch Goil, Scotland and threw overboard computers and equipment relating to the Trident nuclear submarines, causing £80,000 worth of damage. Their defence that they were acting to prevent the crime of preparations for mass murder was accepted in court, and the presiding judge, Sheriff Gimblett, instructed the jury to find them not guilty.

Public Safety Who is it that you protect With your policy? You say it's for the public good But you're searching for an enemy Shot to kill, shoot to kill Who gave the order? Shoot to kill, shoot to kill, It's not the people's will - is this democracy? You want to take away our right to disagree Make protest a crime - end civil liberty Exclusion zones and barricades make out we're the enemy But arms dealers are welcome - sheer hypocrisy! Shoot to kill, shoot to kill, we never did agree Shoot to kill, shoot to kill - who is guilty? Never put to a vote, in case we disagree Never put through parliament - no accountability You hope your propaganda will keep us in apathy. Who is it that you protect With your security? An innocent man is murdered - and you call this public safety? Shoot to kill, shoot to kill We never did agree Shoot to kill, shoot to kill Who is guilty? We must all take responsibility Your propaganda will not keep us in apathy. In memory of Jean Charles de Menezes, murdered by London Metropolitan police on the London Underground, 22nd July, 2005 - an innocent victim of the 'war on terror'

Song of the Arms Dealer If you want an Uzi or an AK47 Just step my way to armaments heaven I'm here to help you with professional advice I tell it how it is, I don't tell lies. I mind when my neighbour won't talk to me She knows what I do and she doesn't agree. But I'm a nice bloke, loving and giving Just doing my job, earning a living. You can't have morals when you're in this game You're not the one who should take the blame. If all the states want to blow each other up We shouldn't try to stop them - it'd be bad luck. Well I know it's a shame to die before your time I hope my children reach their prime But we can't afford to be sentimental Business is business - it's not gentle. So forget those photos of the wounded and dying Stop your ears so you don't hear the crying I can offer you a really good price - Leave compassion at home - that's my advice Step this way for the best deals in town Don't let the pacifists get you down This is the arms dealers' paradise We tell it how it is - we don't tell lies (From the opera 'Soya Susie and the Gene Dictators', based on an actual interview read in a newspaper)

Flights of Shame In the back of the holiday flight there's someone shackled, crying to be free Beaten up, throttled, silenced by private security Sent back to death and torture by a shameful policy. Remember Jimmy Mubenga Remember Joy Gardner Remember Faith and her children, and all the other exiles looking for peace Who have suffered or died at the hands of immigration. Our wars of aggression and our economic policies make innocent people into refugees. We have no right to deny them sanctuary Shame on us to deny them sanctuary. To avoid embarrassment, the European governments charter flights of shame. Like KQ 101, the Shame of Africa - death flight could be its other name. Our post-colonial policies make people into refugees, We have no right to deny them sanctuary. Remember all the children and families Seized from their homes at dawn Crying with terror, locked in vans, driven for hours, held in detention indefinitely. How can you justify such a policy? We have no right to deny them sanctuary - shame on us to deny them sanctuary. Jimmy Mubenga died in 2010 while being deported from Heathrow to Angola. Three G4S security staff who used violent 'restraint techniques' were arrested subsequently and are still undergoing investigation but at the time of writing no-one has been charged with his murder. Joy Gardner, originally from Jamaica, died in hospital in 1993 after a struggle with police and an immigration officer who came to to her home in London to serve a deportation order. Her head was bound with tape until she suffocated and went into a coma. The three police were acquitted of manslaughter in 1995. Nigerian Faith and her three small children were snatched in a dawn raid from their home in Birmingham and taken to a detention centre. Subsequently the children saw their mother beaten up by guards who tried to force them onto a flight to Italy. See 'Outsourcing Abuse' by Birnberg Peirce and Partners, Medical Justice and NCADC KQ101 - Kenya Airways - the so-called 'Pride of Africa' , Flight KQ 101 flies deported asylum seekers from Heathrow to Kenya, from whence people are returned to countries with dubious human rights records all over the continent of Africa, such as DC Congo and Cameroon.

Reach Out Remember that fear and hate are tools of a repressive state We can only reach out, try to connect And when the debts are called in How many will stand On the side of unjust power and the side of war, And how many will choose to take another way Create the change we need today? We can only share another kind of world

The People are Dancing In the North West of Ireland they found gas in the sea The Dail and the oilmen were jumping with glee They'd pipe it up the estuary,and over the land Bu the locals took control, and foiled their plan. They wanted to refine it there too, don;t you know At Ballinaboy, where the forest used to grow They moved tonnes of peat, and underneath they found Aluminium in the ground. Shell came to build the pipeline, but the people said NO The pressure's too high - we think it'll blow Bog is damp and unstable, the pipes will soon rust You're a bunch of politicians that we cannot trust. We've been fishing for years in Broadhaven Bay And there's dolphins and whales and salmon at play If Shell gets their way, they'll fill it with waste How could they defile such a beautiful place? And at last Shell had to shell out Too afraid to defend themselves in court But all the millions of compensation Won't bring back the dead of the Ogoni nation. Then they started attacking Broadhaven Bay Pushing the fishing boats out of their way For defending his community, the Chief got given Seven long months in Mountjoy prison. But the people know what they have to lose The way of Shell is not what they choose They'll fulfil the Mayo prophecy And make the last stand for liberty. Take heed you politicians, and Shell make no mistake The whole world is watching and the West is awake You won't get your way with bullying and bribes The people are dancing - dancing for their lives.. Since 2001, the people of Erris, in NW Mayo, Ireland, have been resisting a consortium of companies led by Shell, who plan to transport raw gas at high pressure from the offshore Corrib Gas Field to be processed inland at a refinery in Glengad, in NW Mayo, Ireland. Transporting large quantities of gas at such high pressure, across a residential area, is unprecedented, and poses huge risks to health and safety. It would cause irrevocable damage to an unspoilt, environmentally protected region. Ireland has created such favourable conditions for the oil and gas companies that the project has been dubbed the 'Great Gas Giveaway'. Local people opposing the project have suffered extreme violence and intimidation from the Garda (Irish police) as well as private security. Many have been arrested and imprisoned, including the 'Rossport Five' who refused to comply with a High Court order allowing Shell access to their land to construct the pipeline, and the 'Chief', fisherman Patrick O'Donnell, who also had his fishing boats impounded because he refused to stop working when the Solitaire arrived in Broadhaven Bay to lay the offshore section of pipeline. During the course of the struggle many international connections have been made with other fence-line communities, especially the Ogoni in the Niger Delta. In 2009 Shell agreed in an out of court settlement to pay £6.9 million compensation to the families of the 'Ogoni Nine' - Ken Saro-Wiwa and eight others, who were hanged in 1995 because of their opposition to Shell and the Nigerian government. The title of the song refers to Ken Saro-Wiwa's poem 'Dance the guns to silence' - 'Dance your anger and your joys, dance the guns to silence' See www.shelltosea.com

Hurricane The hurricane blows, and the people have nowhere to go Government leaders ring their hands - another natural disaster, they say What a shame But the companies mined the soil that rooted the trees That stopped the rivers flooding And there's nowhere left to go... They're killing our earth, and we've nowhere left to run to They've stolen our heritage - and all they give us back are deserts of lies, empty promises, and desolation. The companies say they care, plant new trees, give money to the schools - greenwash their reputation But we know that it's lies, when the rest of the world lives in deprivation Hunger is real when rotting crops mean starvation They're killing our earth, and there's nowhere left to run to The oceans are poisoned - and who takes the blame? The ways of war are killing us all The oil refineries blaze - the rivers run with poison So much life lost - the orchids and the trees, the birdsong And the children playing They're killing our earth, and we've only got each other left to run to And our wisdom, and our strength and our sense of connection Here, here in our hearts, we hold the future generations We can only go on, try to halt the destruction The earth is reborn every day with acts of love and transformation. Written after Hurricane Mitch caused massive floods in Nicaragua, Guatemala and Honduras in 1998. Thousands of people died or had their homes destroyed and the banana crop - a mainstay of the economy - was decimated

We have a choice We have a choice We can always change direction even when all paths seem to end in confusion We have a choice We can always make decisions, find out the truth, act on our knowledge When we reach out, find ourselves in the other We can work together, share our power We can work together, listen to each other, Find out who we could be, and what we have become When we learn to be as whole as we can be Then we can return, find out what we have lost Listen to the forest, listen to the ocean, listen to the rest of life We have a choice, nothing can last for ever We can always change, life is movement We can work together, listen to each other, we can become what we need to be For the forest to survive, for the creatures to run wild, for the rivers to run free For life to be We have a choice

Keep the oil in the ground Keep the oil in the ground Leave the land with the people who respect it First nations, guardians of the earth Keepers of the sacred. When will enough be enough? Don't take, don't take, don't keep on taking All to keep a bloated economy growing All to keep the weapons factories going All to keep the people trapped in a system addicted to consumption Rushing headlong for destruction Don't keep on taking - when will enough be enough? All to try and stop the people thinking Feeling, finding new ways of being All to keep the power in the institutions, so they can control the revolutions But life could be so easy, and we could have heaven on earth Keep the oil in the ground Keep the weapons unmade Keep the wars unfought Keep the oil in the ground, keep the gold in the ground, the uranium in the ground Don't take, Don't keep on taking

The Time is Now Reclaim the common land Reclaim the common right Keep the vision burning bright The future is behind The past lies ahead Woven together with a timeless thread. Open the prisons Set free the dreamers Don't be fooled by the lies and hate Untie the borders, Unwind the fences Don't be fooled by the terrorist state. Governments may try To divide us all Bu the strongest barrier In time must fall And we rise up again, in the dawn of another day Reclaim the common will and find our common way. Shut the army bases Free the corporate spaces Tear down the detention centres Remember the past Look to the future Reclaim the present, the time is now Reclaim the common land Reclaim the common right Keep the vision burning bright Remember the past Look to the future Reclaim the present, the time is now Our lives and the earth are not for sale Reclaim our lives, the time is now Written for a commemoration of the Chartists' mass meeting on Kennington Common in 1848. Although the Chartist movement did not immediately achieve any of its aims, it was of great significance and later in time, all its demands were realised, including the legalisation of trade unions and, eventually, universal suffrage.

Washing Line Washing line, washing Line It's very fine, very fine To dry your clothes on washing line If you use a tumble Dryer, the planet will grumble Make her happy, use a washing line. Zero carbon, power of the wind and sun Just leave them alone till they are done... Washing line,washing line etc If it rains, you needn't worry You don't have to hurry Wait till the sun comes out And the wind will blow your clothes about... It's environmenta - lly So friend - ly to make the washing wait (and if you hate housework it's great) Washing line etc

The British Winter If your house is rather old Chances are you will feel cold In the British winter. T-shirts are not winter garb This is not the warm Algarve Behold the British winter. Suffering is not our thing - We want to make it through to Spring Chilblain-free, warm and dry We can do it if we try...So Wear your woollies, and we''ll beat The cold with our internal heat. Brr brr brr brr... Draft-proofing and insulation Are handy for the British nation In an icy winter. Talk nicely to the sheep - Their wool may be the thing to keep Your loft protected from the winds of winter. Suffering is not our thing We want to make it through to Spring Chilblain-free, warm and dry We can do it if we try..So Find your thermals, do your best And save the country with a vest! Written (and first performed) during a long meeting about home insulation

Free the Turkeys Free the turkeys, let them stretch their wings Why should any animal be a special offer Free the turkeys, let them stretch their wings It isn't fair to deny them light and air Free the turkeys, let them stretch their wings Why should our festivity cause animals such misery? Free the turkeys, let them stretch their wings To be overfed, till you are better dead Free the turkeys, let them stretch their wings Leave the birds in peace, find something else to eat Free the turkeys, let them stretch their wings It will be cheaper too, and much better for you Free the turkeys, let them stretch their wings Written in response to a sign saying 'Free turkeys'(with every purchase above a certain amount)

Biodiversity Oh biodiversity is so sweet to me, All life connected in harmony So Mr Corporation, don't you be in such a hurry to destroy Biodiversity. Creatures and plants in the depths of the sea Doing their thing so perfectly Seaweed and algae, floating gently All part of the richness of biodiversity. If we destroy all natural habitat We'll live in a barren waste - and who wants that? Let all the creatures and the plants be free Don't chemically threaten biodiversity. Don't poison the ocean with an oil slick It chokes up the fish and makes the birds' wings stick What happens to the dolphins if we mess up the sea? Basking sharks and whales and tuna - let them all be free! Oh biodiversity is so sweet to me, All life connected in harmony From fish to flower, from bird to flea The miracle of sweet biodiversity.