The country is a great place,
Much better than the city;
The country is a great place,
And it really is a pity-

That if the people populate
At a really tremendous rate;
With their big bulldozer,
the city,
(What a pity!)
Will take the country over.

The metal would clank,
The smoke would bank;
Up into the hills.
And for the humans to survive,
They'd take some type of pills.

Then oneday they would find,
A will of some old man.
And they would say unknowingly,
"What's this, some old plan?"

"A country, what's a country?"
somebody would say;
It has been a city,
Right back to my first day.

How would it be?

No parks to play in,
No grass to lay on,
Oh yes, what a pity
It really would be,
If the smoky city
Took over the great country.

Lloyd McLean (30/8/1988)
 

This poem reminds me of The Lorax, and for some reason I wrote the exact date it was written, not just the year!

This poem is part of the Horses and Things collection