Air Pollution (poetry for children)

Mother O’ mother with you everything is fresh fresh,
With Pappa, my nose is hush hush, I wonder!
Dear O’ dear, your Pappa has no fear,
Clouds of smoke from his mill,
Chops trees to build a house up the hill,
In his ear you tell him –
No cars, no mill, no house up the hill
Take me around the green world on a bicycle!

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