World’s End for Tytherpol

Bradbury blamed it on a butterfly

Khboom, the world was gone

Frost said the world will end in fire

Ice if he had to pick twice

But what do I say?

I think the world will have an ending that’s not as fast or nice

I say that the world will end

When her Muses disappear

When the people of the world no longer care

They cut the old forests and sell them to big lumber

Never mind the fairies and the hidden secrets in the glen

When the protesters stop

When they balk at the local cops

They no longer face the Piggies with their clubs and cans of mace

When the poets refuse to speak

This my friends

Is how the world will end

So Bradbury can have his Butterfly

Frost can have his fire and ice

For me, the world will end

When the free voice dies