To the tune of "American Pie".
[Verse 1] Not so long ago, I had my stomach full. And the plants would keep us all alive. It seemed to be we had no chance. Because Timosh took his own stance. We should have stuck together to survive.
[Verse 2] But instead we all fought each other. Each scrap of food divided brothers. Qwortar full of hunger. Only hope was to plunder.
[Chorus] I said bye bye my brineberry bushes. Stretched my arms to the farms, but the farms were barren. Those tired ole souls were prepping to flee. Moaning now our souls will get to be free. Now our souls will get to be free.
[Verse 3] I can't remember if I lied. About this milieu of fear outside. It hurt me I couldn't provide. The day the plants died.
[Verse 4] Out in the woods, the trees all lean. The leaves and stems no longer jade green. And not a thing was growing. The plant life was all rotting.
Word count: 172