Ozone Layer

We should save the ozone layer. That would be as enjoyable as my favorite rock song that goes: “Ozone is a precious substance; / Let us keep it in abundance. / Ozone holds the world together, / And it helps control the weather. / It prevents our skin from frying, / And it makes us not to dying.” And then the chorus goes: “Ozone, ozone, wherefore art thou, ozone?” — It is, like a twinkling star, up above in the sky so blue. Except it’s invisible. Ozone is my favorite type of gas. Although polluters don’t care at all about it — in fact, they wish that ozone would just go away — they will discover their error only when it’s too late, because they (the polluters) will begin to melt under our deadly rays. For thus saith the sun of God: “There is global warming now: / Melting barn and melting cow; / Every thing is hot and glowing; / Never ever is it snowing.” At this point, fire engulfs the whole universe and gets in your hair.