A Hole In the Bottom of the Sea
Ode to Gulf of Mexico Oil Spill
Folksong adaptation July 2010 by Christina Larson
(Subject to change as facts filter through despite the media blackout)
There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea.
There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea.
There’s a hole. There’s a hole.
There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea.
There is oil, from the hole, in the bottom of the sea.
There is oil, which is crude, from the hole, in the bottom of the sea.
Methane too, spewing through!
Methane too, spewing through, and no one knows what to do,
‘bout the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Corporate bloats pump in trash, mud, more pipes, all in vain.
It’s insane. Still more methane and more crude,
from the hole, in the bottom of the sea.
And their expert to consult,’s dead for years,
long before, deep-well holed, in the bottom of the sea.
Poorly unplanned- all be damned.
Corporate bloats, clear their throats, tap their pencils, send more boats, …
Still more methane and more crude, fill the Gulf,
from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Wildlife, is in strife, from the methane and the crude,
from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
and Gulf walruses are gone, but before, there was strife,
from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Turtles burned! BP spurred.
Wildlife is in strife, and the oils getting rife,
from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Plumes of oil fill the Gulf, and dispersant makes things worse,
yet it’s used, on the crude, from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Clean-up crews, gather tar balls, from the shores,
while the tourists, swim in toxins,
from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
It’s no joke! And the smoke . . .
is detected all the way, up to Tennessee they say,
from burned methane and burned oil, from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Clean-up crews gettin’ sick, with the wildlife and locals,
from the HazMat, from the bottom of the sea.
BP claims, it’s food poison, or the heat, or bad practice,
not the toxins, from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Oil slick- all get sick!
Mountains mount, of the oil, from the beaches, where it washes, then is gathered,
still more coming, from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Chronic coughs, rashy skin, from the methane and the crude,
from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Hurting throats, bleeding ears, from the methane and the crude,
from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Docs despair! Noxious air!
Oiled rains, lesioned brains, DNA, being changed,
H2S causing stress, Public Health, is a mess,
from the methane and the crude, from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Gulf Stream waters, carry crude, to the Keys,
next the Ocean, onward north, still it travels.
It may reach BP shores, with its toxins,
from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
And some hurricanes may carry, plumes of oil west to Texas.
It could possibly destroy, shores of oil men who profit,
from the holes in the bottom of the sea.
Chickens come, home to roost!
As the profit-mongers get, soaked with oil, they’ll regret,
wreaking havoc on the Gulf, with their wells, pumping oil,
from the holes in the bottom of the sea.
Thousands more. What’s in store, from the rigs in the Gulf,
making holes in the bottom of the sea?
We, the people, need to stop, using crude such as that, from the holes in the bottom of the sea?
Change our ways! Better days.
Let’s declare, independence, from the crude such as that,
from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Ride more bikes. Always carpool. Build mass transit.
Boycott plastic, make from oil, such as that,
from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
No more waste. All recycles. Plant more trees. Walk with neighbors.
Shun gas engines. New life-styles, thanks to mayhem,
from the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Crude destroys! Green employs!
Get our power, from the sun, wind, and waves,
and much more, is in store. There is energy galore.
Let us stop, our addiction, to the oil, such as that,
from the HOLE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA !
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