All About The Oil

To the tune of "Song of the Dwarves," from The Hobbit.
Far over the ocean's stormy roil
To strata deep beneath the soil
We must away ere break of day
To seek the dark enchanted oil.

The seas of yore were greatly blessed,
With biomass then laid to rest
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
The hydrocarbons long were pressed.

For Mideast king and cap'talist
A hoard of crude beneath the schist
Was shaped and wrought, until they brought
A clever geophysicist.

On each concession comp'nies said
Let's drill for fossil fuels long dead
The bubbling crude, won't sell for food
But build our palaces instead.

Far over the ocean's stormy roil
To strata deep beneath the soil
We must away ere break of day
To seek the dark enchanted oil.

Ere long billions of barrels pumped
Up profits for the drillers jumped
Oil's more than mud, it's our lifeblood.
New cars replaced the steed that's humped.

Then rose Sadam, to power spurred,
The people trembled at his words,
The death squads came, to kill and maim;
He bombed Iran and killed the Kurds.

The US leaders looked away
Until he turned to richer prey;
After Kuwait he met his fate
But lived to rule another day.

The oilfields smoked beneath the moon;
Gas guzzling cars might spell our doom.
His oil we need to save our greed,
We must secure supplies quite soon.

Without a UN resolution
On a budget much too slim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our oil and gas from him!

Far over the ocean's stormy roil
To strata deep beneath the soil
We must away ere break of day
To seek the dark enchanted oil.

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