Drill, Baby, Drill. I Cry because tar balls soil white sand.

Drill, Baby, Drill.  I Cry for brown pelicans, drowning in oil.

Drill, Baby, Drill. I Cry for the fisherman, losing all hope.

Drill, Baby, Drill.  I Cry for the Loons that soon will head South.

I Cry for the turtles.

I Cry for the birds.

I Cry for the fish and the crabs and the snails.

Drill, Baby, Drill.

I Cry for us all and our insatiable need.

For large automobiles and huge houses and things.

I Cry for the world we’ve so casually wrecked.

Cry, Baby, Cry.