Game Warden Words and Music by Bill Pere Game warden, is your last tree still alive Do you remember when the forest used to thrive And where there once were birds, there are now only dusty skies Game warden, are the fish all in their grave I know you tried, but one man could save them Not when a million other men destroy what nature gave them Hey Mister Mayor, do you like your pretty city? Are the rats as nice to look at as the deer and fawn? Are you happy now that the river is gone? Hey Mister Mayor, how's the traffic on the highway? What happened to the songs of the leaves rustlin' in the trees? Your smoke stacks look a little clumsy swayin' in the breeze And the Game Warden stands With a dead bird in his hand And a tear in his eye... © Copyright Bill Pere. All Rights Reserved