Being treated so poorly, having no rights, no none,
yet we are all the same, aren't we? Living under one sun.
They were here first, but they're being killed,
sadly, with ignorance we are filled.
And one day, there'll be none
and we'll be lonely, under our sun.
For them to be back, will be our dearest wish,
we will miss even the smallest fish.
But it'll be too late, so we have to realize it now:
Everything's worth something, may it be a bug, dog or cow.