Come and listen to a story about a man named O
A poor president, barely kept his party led,
Then one day when his party’s bein’ booed,
And up through the ground came a bubblin’ crude.
Oil that is, fracked gold, North Dakota tea.
Well the first thing you know ol' O's a popular,
Greenfolk said "O get away from there!"
"Said solar energy's the place you ought to be"
So they loaded up the bus and raised funds in Beverly.
Hills, that is. Twisty bulbs, hybrid cars.
A greedy banker will be prominently featured, of course.
[I have edited this since first hitting "post." But it is Landfill so I feel I have more leeway.]
