Season to twist that mellow fruitfulness, 
Close bosom friend of my maturing sum, 
Conspiring with him how to load and bless 
With coin the the market forces we greedy run: 
To bend with avarice consumers' needs 
And fill all folk with shopping to the core;
To swell my stocks, and prompt the eager wells 
Of frenzied spending; the greed for products more 
And still more. Make flowers commodities,
And urge to buy unnecessaries without cease 
For 'impress your neighbour' is a drug that sells.

Who hath not seen Earth's freely given store 
And wished to profit from all that they find 
That Nature careless offers? We must ensure 
All her soft nurture subject to the investor's mind.
And while the public's awareness is half asleep:
Drows'd with greenwashing, we take the chance to hook 
Them in, and twist their love for flowers 
Into something meaner - consumerism is cheap 
To harness, wasteful spending easily mistook 
For ethical practice, if you're careful with the look 
And let celebrities exert persuasive powers.

Where are the songs of Earth? Aye, where are they? 
Think not of them, traffic queues have music too: 
All Middle England will burn fuel to come this way 
And pollute the fields of Malvern with their fumes. 
Though in a wailful cry the planet mourns, 
The buyer's ego has been born aloft, 
Their impact disregarded: the planet dies, 
But puffed up with their purchases they heed no warn- 
Ing. Home they go to gardens, lives so fat and soft,
Believing virtue comes from making profit 
And heedless of the threat of capitalist lies.