They say the atmosphere is bad, 

That our chimneys smoke too much,

That fumes are belching from our cars,

From oil and brake and clutch.

It rises to the atmosphere 

to cause a great big hole,

The sciencests have a name for it, 

They call it the ozone.

They say the sea is rising,

The sun is extra hot ,

The polar caps are melting,

 And things are getting rough.

So now we all know what to do,

To get this thing put right,

We will sell the car and sell the jeep,

And buy ourselves a bike.

We will cycle in the morning , 

And home again at night,

So we will all be fit as fiddles,

Or else we will die of fright.