…and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.
Every creeping thing that creepeth;
Every leaf of tea that steepeth;
Every hungry babe that sleepeth
Is my sacred trust.
All the angry cars that beepeth;
Every sheepish lamb that leapeth;
All the garbage that we heapeth
As the girders rust,
Every lonely heart that weepeth;
Every dime the miser keepeth;
Every soul the reaper reapeth
Turns to gold, and dust.