Saving the Rhinos

The rhinos, the rhinos,
The rhinos are dead.
I don't understand,
Did they not see the red
Horn on my car?
How bizarre!
Well, I tried, O! I tried,
I tried to curtail
The harvesting of
Their face fingernails,
But despite all my efforts,
No rhino was spared,
Though I do hope you know
Just how much I cared,
And now that they're gone,
At least I can say
To my children,
Dear children:
It's not my fault, okay?