**_Citizen_**:

“I mean, seriously, O’Hare?

I have to pay for air, that’s not fair!

It’s just not right!

Breathing’s free, or it was last night!”

**_O’Hare_**:

“Oh, dear friend, you’ve got it wrong, the worlds been sold, it’s been so long!

The air you breathe, it’s now a few, a tiny charge for liberty!”

**_Citizen_**:

“But that’s absurd! How can this be?

I’ve always breathed, for free, you see!

Now you’ve got me paying here,

For something that I’ve held so dear!”

**_O’Hare: _**

“It’s the price of progress, don’t you know?

For air that’s fresh, we’ve got to go!

We’ve turned it into gold, my dear,

So you can breathe, but with a cheer…

For the bill!”

**_Citizen:_**

“Oh, I don’t buy that, O’Hare,

You’ve made a mess, you don’t play fair!

I’ll that my lungs and leave this place,

Find some air that has more grace!”

**_O’Hare_**

“Well, good luck, friend, but should I say,

The world’s been sold in every way.

Air’s the least of what you’ll pay,

Tomorrow’s prices, who can say?”

**_Citizen:_**

“This is a rip-off! I’ll take a stand!

I’ll fight for breath across the land!

I won’t be silent, I’ll protest!

Because fresh air should be a _basic_ quest!”