Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or Beast Wars, or any of their characters.
Pure Putrid Predacons
Mother Nature curses you,
You mean and nasty Predacons too,
When your wars of strife and blood
Kill things and tear into the mud.
Take the forms of animals,
You people do before you fall,
Yet no respect you have at all,
For their lives against the walls.
You cowardly old Predacons,
Coming to conquer land for the eons,
When will you learn to use your will
To save and protect lives instead of kill?
Reptiles, insects, and other creeps,
Are the forms you killers keep.
Dinosaur, lizard and snake,
Make the world quake and shake.
Insect and spider prowl the lands,
Sinister deeds are done by your hands,
But change to goodness and compassion,
Some of you can do in a fashion.
You hateful old Predacons,
You are little but artistic cons,
Not caring about the spirit of life,
Only your wars in the countries rife.
Fear and tremble, O Predacons,
No machine can save you, even ion,
For Maximals will always feature,
To save the Earth and all its creatures.