A parody of Yeats' 'Down By The Sally Gardens':
Down by the white gardenias,
A sloth and I did meet;
She dangled from the branches
By her little hooked feet.
She bid me take life easy
And spare these precious trees,
But I, being young and selfish
With her would not agree.
In a field by a river,
The sloth and I did stand.
We ambled to the fringes
Of a cleared and wasted land;
She bid me view this image
And hear her future fears,
But I continued logging
And now am full of tears.