If the six billion  On the planet  To a woman  Decided  That it was worth saving  That puppy foxes  In the spring air  Scratching parasites  And springing hope eternal  Still brought a smile  Still told of an eden  Lost by some  Enriched by most  Then a duty might be heard  Calling in the distance  If the chemistry  On the planet  Collided  To expectation  Much would be saved  The parasites would flourish  In the long winter  The scorching greenhouse  Thirty, as we know it  Would perhaps be old age  Or not at all  Depending on the brew  In the collision  Who cares? Right?  Duty as a chemical event  Duty as an inevitable event  Right?  Ha...  So sayeth the lord