Hear ye, hear ye the British are coming
There! Out in the Gulf, you can hear the oil drumming
In the wetlands and the marshes you can feel the ooze scumming
And the end to the madness is not in sight
As the waves of crude roll in, the wildlife is succumbing
Because of greed and carelessness and what’s been labeled faulty plumbing
And to our people and to our government, a corporate giant with noses thumbing
BP officials are just spoiling for a fight
I’m reminded of long ago, when we fought a revolution
Except this time, instead of muskets, we try to skim up the pollution
And there is, I believe, only one distinct solution
That’s to do, what in this case, is only right
We must use all our resources, man the shovels, ply the boats
Defeating tyranny in the form of board room greedy, callous Red Coats
Then ship them back to their Queen and their castles and their moats
And then commit to break this habit, with all our might
For only then can we depend to find a steady type of healing
When ocean waves are free of oil, and the wells they are a’ sealing
For it’s our planet and all its life, and for that we must have feeling
May God forgive us, and redirect us with gracious light
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