In an admittedly bizarre synthesis of my last two poosts, here is a poem about conservation. And robots.

The robot bear roams way up there
Up in the north where there's no more air
Where the ozone hole has burnt the pole
And turned all the animals into coal
His primary mission is not salmon fishin'
But scanning for signs of life-force emission
Since all life is dead he'll just read code-red
Green gone to sleep in her fossil bed
So there he'll remain, searching in vain
Slowly rusting from the acid rain