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Saturday, December 3, 2011

Don't hear much about the BP spill any more

A little oily tune

Here comes the oil, fresh from the ocean floor
Here comes the oil, with birds that no more may soar
Here comes the oil, topping the ocean wave
Here comes the oil and some animals to save.

Those we save from the wave, they are the lucky few
For every one we rescue, a million, maybe two
Seeking one, just one last breath will suffocate and die
Or lacking that, will find themselves chemically fried.

Within its grasp are the smallest and the dearest of the sea
Plankton and fry are the lives that we may never see
Coating plant life in a marsh like an oily sarcophagus
There they will stay, day by day, as a finely dispersed puss.

What was good for our engines is disaster for the sea
What was good for our power plants is death today for me
If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen they say
But how do we get out when power is our way.

Here comes the oil, fresh from the ocean floor
Here comes the oil, with birds that no more may soar
Here comes the oil, topping the ocean wave
Here comes the oil and some animals to save.