© Margaret Dorste
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People all around the States,
Watch Monarch butterflies and admire,
Their graceful flight from plant to plant,
As they flash their orange and black attire.
But our Monarch population,
Is getting smaller every year.
Their food source is being cut down,
How long before they disappear?
When all the milkweed plants are gone,
What will they have to eat?
With no place to lay their eggs,
Will their demise then be complete?
When will greedy people learn,
From all our past mistakes?
Not to mess with nature's balance,
Before it is too late.
Unfortunately, the answer
Seems to be a simple
When even our little children know,
That extinction means gone forever.