Green Crusaders

They just moved in next door to me:

The perfect ecology family.

“Green Crusaders:, that would be

A synononym [pronounced “sin-on-num].

I use that name with great respect

And I don’t guess that they’d object

If you and I went over and

Dropped in on’em.

Behold the Green Crusaders.  They work till they turn blue

Tryin’ to save the planet for folks like me and you.

She recycles cans and bottles at the shopping mart.

He re-uses Kleenexes until they fall apart.

And, to save the oil supply, they sold their Chevrolet.

They hop their pogo-sticks to work.  It’s uphill all the way.

Freon hurts the ozone. That conclusion has been drawn.

So they’ve unplugged their fridge and now they’re eating their front lawn.

They want to save the forests in the Amazon-y zone,

So they won’t write on paper. They carve their notes on stone.

She won’t wear furs or leather. She owns no feathered frocks.

He threw out his hiking boots and now he hikes around in socks.

They want to save the wetlands, the condor and the whale.

You just have to ask them and their check is in the mail.

Those endangered species who find that life is hard:

They’ve got two of each of them in an ark in their back yard.

Some of this seems silly, but please don’t get me wrong.

It’s just exaggeration. It makes a better song.

I thank the Lord and pray that they will never flag or slump.

‘Cuz without Green Crusaders, this world would be a dump.