it. It is titled Once Upon A Well Of Oil.
Once upon a well of oil,
now we watch the ocean spoil
over many a day as ominous
volumes flood the ocean floor.
What are risks when money's snapping?
Screw the birds no longer flapping;
oversight shared bed, 'twas napping,
napping careless of the shore.
"Drill Now Baby Drill," they chanted,
clapping cause, "Who needs the shore?"
Quoth the Raven, "I'm not a Raven –
I'm a damned dirty duck. Wipe, please."