What a wonderful world it would be
to be rid of all these bugs and fleas!
Oh, to be free of the bites of ghastly beasts
that sting and buzz your weekend feast
What a wondrous world it would be
no flowers to pluck and not a drop of juice to squeeze
for seeds lie fallow and petals fall unkissed
by the feet of vanished flies and bees
What a joy it would be to live
without the mortal fear of feathered fiends
that shit on your head and sing you out of bed
for the soil has no more grubs to give
What a sweet sweet world it would be
to wear no silk and taste no honey
for the combs are empty and the mulberry's plenty
who needs moths, bees and other small nasties?
What a peaceful place the world would be
no chirps, croaks and silly songs from leaves
we'd worry not of the sudden shock
of finding a fat old frog in a tree
Imagine how awesome life would be
if we could walk with no fear of scaly wings
there'd be just a faint echo of you and me
picking our way through a heap of cold, dead things.