Why Did You Leave Nothing For Us?

Gather ‘round children
And listen to me
I’ll tell you of things
That you’ll never see.

Of things that existed
When we were your age
We sampled them all
We feasted and played.

Once we had sunny
And bright blue skies.
In great metal machines
Through them we would fly.

On great Arctic cruise lines
We sailed past ice walls
While sipping champaign
And shoving crab meat down our maws.

That surely sounds great
Said young Timothy
But why did you not think
To save some for me?

The glaciers have melted
The crabs gone extinct
The great ships abandoned
And sunk into the drink.

I wish I could taste crab
I wish I could see
Those once mighty glaciers
You did not leave for me.

The grownup ignored him
Engrossed in his tale
And told the young children
He’d seen the last whale.