They plotted and planned with the planet in hand.
They whispered and muttered with great consternation,
"The earth is in danger! 'surplus' population!"
Then up popped old Malthus with charts in his hand,
Predicting disaster would ravage the land.
But centuries later, his prophecies missed,
For hunger was conquered by farmers' new twists!
They frowned and they frowned till their brows turned all blue,
And declared with a shout, "No children for you!
We'll halt all the babies, the toddlers, the tots,
We'll stop every stroller, we'll cancel the cots!"
But the trees kept on growing, the grass remained green,
The rivers still rippled, the skies were still clean.
The world didn't wobble, the stars didn't fall,
For nature was bigger than people at all.
Yet still they stood proudly, their banners unfurled,
"We've SAVED it! We've SAVED it! The whole wide wide world!"
While the rest of the village just chuckled with glee:
"What silly old nonsense, what tomfoolery!"
For children bring laughter, invention, and song,
They carry the torch and they right what is wrong.
Without them the future is empty and flat,
Like a house with no windows, or cheese with no fat.
So here's a small lesson (come closer, lean in):
Don't swallow tall tales dressed as virtue or sin.
The world won't be saved by refusing your kin—
But by raising up children who care where they've been!
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