Old days
I will have to take down with me a shovel
although shovelling not my best
perhaps I'll ask old Lucifer
for just one last request
could I tak e down with me a J C B
to help dig out the coal
help stop me from all that sweating
stop me from climbing up the wall
Ah Well
with all this global warming
on coal we have to give a pass
so now we just go turn a tap
and make do with natural GAS
This poem is about:
Our world