Trout Pox Toast Farming
Now is the moment! Grasp the nettle!
Set your brothers free!
Our revolution's in fine fettle,
The table's set for tea.
Fetch leather gloves, and Garden Weasel! (TM)
The poison ivy spray!
Fetch carding combs and yarn and teasel!
And light a brush flambé
Wild swans we love as best we can
When stuffed with wild rice!
And cute young fawns we all adore
But revolution gives advice
Rev John Deere tractor! Hoist the pick!
And take your pick of lice!
Dab Vaseline (TM) to smother ticks!
And cheese to lure the mice!
Extinction beckons many birds
All those too fleet to roast!
Our pesticides and herbicides
Take chainsaws to the coast
For the iceplant is in blossom
Though the coal plant blooms the most.
The dodo's dead for fat cat's bread
And the native plants are toast!
The snakes fly free on landing gears
And thus we sabotage
Through Tulgey Wood we carry spears
And warpaint - tres sauvage!
With Alice roasted on a stick, we all kick back and have some beers
The glowing fluids ooze about
Skoal,salut and cheers!
Contributors: | dkb, Kathryn Cramer, Kevin Andrew Murphy, kevin, Anon., ambyr, Alison Scott, Larry Brennan, Jane. |
Poem finished: | 17th June 2003. |