A Little Climate Song

There’s something strange about the rain

And the record heat that’s everywhere

It’s like the planet’s on a train

‘Neath the sun’s relentless glare

As the weatherfolk say, we’re heading into unknown territory

Maybe it’s time to dance, and time to sing, and fry while we all make merry.

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And the oil companies, and the power folks, and the boys and girls in Congress,

They all got together and said they had nothing to do with the weather.

But I’m telling you that despite that we’ve got to do more and more with less,

Or one thing’s for sure and that’s we’re all on our way down to Hell together.

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You think it’s hot? I’ve been where it’s hot

On the lower Zambezi River

Where walls of black basalt

Cut through an old Earth fault

And set your very skin all a-quiver.

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But you don’t have to go there

To get a heat scare

You can just drive down to Phoenix

Where the urban heat island

Won’t remind you of Ireland

And to dry off you’ll need more than a Kleenex.

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It has nothing to do with pavement, and nothing to do with our cars

Why, the carbon moguls insist we’re actually lying in heather

We should just lie on our backs and gaze blankly at stars

And forget all this nonsense about how we’re changing the weather

But I’m telling you that despite that we’ve got to do more and more with less,

Or one thing’s for sure and that’s we’ll all on our way down to Hell together.

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We can fix it, you know

And still have our cities glow

We’ve got wind, and sun, and wave power

But the big boys in Congress won’t rest

Until they get rid of us pests

Who want to make alternative energy grow.

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I try to do my best and I drive an EV

And when I’m done watching I turn off the TV

We use only enough water to do washing and dishes

And after we’ve drunk, the rest is saved for the fishes

If we’d each take a little care and use only our share

There’d be plenty for everyone here

Personally, I think that’s more than fair, and leaves you with less stress

Somehow we’ve got to do more and more with less,

Or, I confess

We’ll be all on our way down to Hell together