Get your hands off our dear trees
5G to represent
Oblivion and the dying out
Of wild life
Heaven sent
Who cares about the seconds
It takes to log on
we
have spent
a lot of dosh
And all we want now is 5 G
And when the leaves have all gone brown
Everything will be
Our bronchitis
Breathing will be harder
you will see
Sheffield is the first place
For the plans to all go through
Everyones got cancer
The disease of the new
And when we get to smart mode
Digitally intact
Smart phones and smart meters
The household can react
To everything thats going on
Sparking plugs maybe
No spiders webs to worry you
more thanks to yea 5 G
The fridge in communication
WitH the television set
Freezing us we get it
And we wont forget
The tree lined streets of Sheffield
The birds nests on the bower
And all gone for the 5G
It seems the councils power
Far out strips all nature
Of things for time to come
Our precious trees all sentinels
All party to the numb
Contra indications and
Wondering of the rhyme
Bits of debris lying there
nothing is divine
In, small craters everwhere
less buffering the new
Ideas now of cancer
being more widespread
Yes its true
Everyones got wifi
Its what the plebs all do
No trees to give immunity
With very very few
Carbon dioxide rules
And Everyone’s wifi works
Attributed to us foolo
Where in the shadows lurks
The bogy man
Whose burker
And ipads
Thats what we do
Or otherwise be buzzing
With our radioactive goo
Not talking to our partners
And bottling up the tears
Waiting for the flash of light
When the bombing drone appears
To take us out for saying
Really too much on twitter
Pilates in the morning
Its true we are looking fitter
It really must be faced
Tumours in our brain
Everything full on these days
A new apps appearing phase
Eric says its clear
Amazon has got us sussed
Connection we are all logged on
The matrix is our thing
A portal staring out to space
To tell us when its Spring.