Three gallant Pelicans and one aged gull
Stood and viewed the massive destruction
As it swept thru the Gulf without remorse or lull
And one by one they made a deduction
Pelican number one lamented the loss of the rookery
And reminisced about better days gone by
She intoned it amounted to insidious crookery
That the perps would live on while her children would die
Brave lady number two spoke of oil and viscosity
The impenetrable sludge and the hue of the sheen
Why would man commit such a devastating atrocity?
In all her years on the Bayou it was the worst she had seen
The final Pelican to speak was a grand old gent
And his voice choked with emotion as he rested on his cane
He offered condolences then said his time was near spent
But if he could be of assistance then please don’t refrain
Last but not least was the small withered gull
Displaying gray feathers near his temples yet a good attitude
He smiled when he said, “on man’s contamination we mustn’t mull
For at the heart of their ambitions we must admit most are crude”
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