Please, please Farmer Brown; bequeath me your wholesome cows.

Leave me your collie, sheep and lambs,

I want your crunchy apples without the psssst pesticides

I’d like to live in your barn,

I want to hear the treesome of birch, ash and oak orchestrate the crack of dawn.

I want to feel the buzz of birds and bees at noon.

Heard they are building a megamarket and 4-star hotel running through your farm?

And a sordid railway. I’m not having it cause we’re not in a hurry to get anywhere.

I will lie with you in front of the bulldozers and diggers in protest.

They are but the evil machinations of profit-hungry bureaucrats

I will burn their blue prints of disaster.

They aren’t part of nature’s master plan.

Let’s stop this madness now farmer Brown before it’s too late.

Or is it already?

Did someone say ‘the road to hell is paved with good intentions?”