Carbon Carney at last looked out,
after the leave of Steven,
when the fossil fools lied round about,
deeply rich from thievin'.
Brightly shone the moon that night,
though the frost was cruel,
when a CEO came in sight,
extracting fossil fuel.
"Hither, Julie, stand by me,
if thou know it telling.
Yonder CEO, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives good leagues hence,
and his name is Dilling.
He leads Pathways Alliance,
he craves the public shilling."
"Bring me tax credits and bring me wine,
bring my pipeline memo hither,
thou and I will see him dine
when we bear them thither."
Julie and Carney, forth they went,
forth they went together,
through the opposition's wild lament,
and the bitter weather.
"Sire, the climate is changing now,
and the wind blows stronger.
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go on no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page,
Tread thou in them boldly:
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
shall shrink thy heart more coldly."
In her master's step she trod,
where the snow lay dented.
Global warmin' was in the very sod
which the PM had printed.
Therefore, men of little toil,
wealth and rank possessing,
ye who now will bless the Oil,
shall yourselves find blessing!
apologies to: John Mason Neale (1853)