Quickly Come Run...
the Sky Is Falling!


Silent music from distant hills
That protect us in these final hours,
The world is going to end.
They found the fox who took them in
And eat each one, both soft and brittle
And that is what the animals got
For heeding chicken little.
We seperate our rubbish
To put in coded bins
To save the earth and all amnkind
And commit no envionmental sins.
We give it to the council
Who charge, us and in turn
Ship the rubbish to China
Where on beaches it will burn.
But they will not be OUR carbon emissions
Damaging OUR ozone layer
Thats the Chinese for your
WE did OUR bit, so THERE!

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The eco scares bore me to death, I think by eggageration they are killing more support than they are gaining. The carbon tax idea is just a way to sell something for nothing, or sell nothing as something. Who’se paying? You and I, the gullible taxpayer.

Proof its bad? George Bush supports it now! :-)

Earth Day my Arse! (excuze moi francaise!)

 

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