The Tree, the Mayor and the Mediatheque

The Tree, the Mayor and the Mediatheque

Now the countryside will bloom,
Swallows will have lots of room.
Fields covered with flowers bright,
For the ladybugs' delight!
No more insecticides,
No more pesticides,
No more diesel oil,
No roads the view to spoil,
We'll breathe in oxygen,
instead of kerosene.

No garbage dumps that tower,
No more atomic power,
No holes in the old ozone,
No zones
Of planning bureaucratic,
No more media library.
And the lending library
In an old attic,
The video collection
in a disused mill.
The discs will sound sweller
In the cellar.

We will all live in the country,
Among the meadows and the fields,
We can live like landed gentry
On whatever the soil yields.
If you're a most important clerk,
Accountant, or data brain,
There will be no need to go to work
In an auto, or by train.
We will be on permanent vacation
In agricultural elation.

What luck!
We have found the best solution
For the coming generation.

In that case, for the weekend
And for all holidays,
Instead of flying to Ostend,
To Caracas, or Cathay,
Lounging in Atlantic City,
or on the Bay of Biscay
We will go into the city,
With its broad diversity.
There we will take our pleasure
As we while away our leisure.

What luck!
We have found the best solution
For the coming generation.

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