Black Gold
It bubbles
Up up UP from OUR ground!
What's the trouble
With what was found?
Why can't we drill
Down down down into our OWN land?
Yes, it CAN kill.
It can even dirty a hand!
BUT!
it burns
it turns
it pushes
and moves our tushes!
So let's use our OWN supply
Of this here crude
And stop our enemies
From being so rude!
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