The Mock Saviors’ Song
also known as the Mobster Quadrille


 
Saving critters from extinction (lonely lovelies, prone and rare)
Is our calling. Gaia told us, “Save the toad with tufty hair!”
Our imperiled fuzzy buddies are our busy destiny – 
Help preserve these coiffured croakers – will you come and hug a tree?
         Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you hug a tree?
         Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you hug a tree?
 
One was spotted on a bullrush (fleecy as a lacy lamb)
By a sky-high, pie-eyed tripper bouncing back from Amsterdam. 
Join the green set glued to tarmac halting traffic for a toad.
Help us fight for hirsute hoppers – would you come and block the road?
         Would you, could you, would you, could you, would you block the road?
         Would you, could you, would you, could you, could you block the road?
 
Golden fields and silver rivers don’t belong in human hands 
Now that swamp-reared, slimy betters are the gods of man-stained lands.
Come and bother breathing bozos robbing toads of precious air.
Splash red paint on truth and beauty. Trash a Rembrandt. Show you care. 
         Can you, can’t you, can you, can’t you, can you show you care?
         Can you, can’t you, can you, can’t you, can’t you show you care?
 
Come and tear down all the horrors toxic patriarchies built.
Save the toad by spreading terror, torching dreams, and stoking guilt. 
Free the earth from people poison. Pierce the pipeline. Damn the dam. 
Frogs from bogs mean more than Granny. Come along and back our plan!  
         Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you back our plan? 
         Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you rid the world of Man? 

Susan Jarvis Bryant

If you have any thoughts about this poem, Susan Jarvis Bryant   would be pleased to hear them