They should cut down all trees and replace them with some sort of chemical converter to release oxygen from the CO2 in the atmosphere.
We could then sit under the shade of these 'photosynthesising' machines.
All fruit production could be carried out in carefully controlled greenhouses with genetically modified (old fashioned) tree things.
Its the only way forward and it allows for the fact that the bees are dying.
No need to worry any more.
Then we can all re-train as solar panel/photosynthesiser surgeons.
I Love Trees
The birds are sweet, I love their song
But their tree cannot stay for long
The tree is not in the right place
It just has got too little space
Forgive me when its gone, oh please
Don’t get me wrong – I love trees
Each day my car I have to clean
The birds they aim, they are so mean
Such effort oh it really grieves
In winter as I scoop up leaves
Forgive me when its gone, oh please
Don’t get me wrong – I love trees
And that one there, if I can
Remove it and park my caravan
And that one there makes my house dark
My second car right there could park
Forgive me when its gone, oh please
Don’t get me wrong – I love trees
It’s near my roof, yes that one there
Just take it down, we need fresh air
The guy next door, he’s such a swine
Lets all his branches grow over mine
Forgive me when its gone, oh please
Don’t get me wrong – I love trees
The drive’s too narrow, getting out is hell
Lets have that one out as well
The last tree really makes me worry
It waves around in windy flurry
Forgive me when its gone, oh please
Don’t get me wrong – I love trees
Don’t quote too much, Im not too wealthy
And all this worry made me unhealthy
They have to go and most sincere
I’ve done my bit for the atmosphere
Forgive me when its gone, oh please
Don’t get me wrong – I love trees