You race in the deserts all day,
But it is the one to pay,
You wreck all the plants, while doing a dance,
And theyíll never grow back until May.

The bikes canít all go behind bars,
The desert is looking like Mars,
Thereís no trace of green, no trees to be seen,
Youíre running them over with cars.

New plants canít grow without rain,
Thereís not much so it is a pain,
The grass is destroyed, no new plants deployed,
And you are the one to blame.

 

So please look after the desert environment.

 

 

 

Simon Brand / S1.2 / September 2003