Lifted on Highland breeze,
She glides over valley with ease,
Instilling life where she please,
Accepting gifts of goat milk and cheese.
Her wings span out,
Her lips purse and pout,
As she sees the wicked sewer spout,
And mean people all about,
Her nature in turmoil,
Creation burning and boiling,
As human kind burns all Earth’s oil,
Ruining the fruits of her toil.