Testo Duty

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