You race in the deserts all day,
But it is the one to pay,
You wreck all the plants, while doing a dance,
And they’ll never grow back until May.

The bikes can’t all go behind bars,
The desert is looking like Mars,
There’s no trace of green, no trees to be seen,
You’re running them over with cars.

New plants can’t grow without rain,
There’s not much so it is a pain,
The grass is destroyed, no new plants deployed,
And you are the one to blame.

So please look after the desert environment.

Simon Brand / S1.2 / September 2003