Only when the last tree
Has been cut down
And the last river
Has dried to a trickle
Will man finally realise
That we cannot eat money
And reciting old proverbs
Makes you sound like a twat
Once upon a time there was a Bear
and a Bee who lived in a wood and
were the best of friends. All summer
long the Bee collected nectar from
morning to night while the Bear lay
on his back basking in the long grass
When Winter came the Bear
realised he had nothing to ea and
thought to himself "I hope that bust
little Bee will share some of his
honey with me". But the Bee was
nowhere to be found - he had died of
a stress realted coronary disease
Banksy 2004, 2005
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