Wish I could talk to sparrows,
And ask them whereabouts of their cousins,
Wish I could shout at soaring eagles,
And ask how much my town has lost her greens,
Wish I could say this to a Pig,
That all ponds are made for you and buffalos ,
Wish I could ask to cows,
How many poly-bags they inadvertently swallow,
Wish I could say to stray dogs,
If they can count piles of garbage,
Lets buckle up to clean up this town,
And bring back its glorious “Squeaky clean” days.
