Of course it'll burn, ez enny fool kin see
All it takes is lightning to strike one tree
When things get dry and hot, late in the summer
Then fire payrolls are big, but that's a bummer.
Of course we can't cut it, we're out of luck
They're awful scared someone might make a buck
But we'll make it big, cause Al Gore and company
Will bring us tourists to hug a charcoal tree.
They'll sail up our streams and park in our fields
We might sell 'em some gas and feed 'em some meals
Great gobs of water in the river to float their barge
Flow from here to Celilo via Picture Gorge.
Since we don't feel the need to farm, log or mine
We can join in the fishing and have a great time
We can sell 'em some worms, help 'em
patch up their boats
But I object to helping with their wild oats.
We'll watch bears, cats and wolves do what
they naturally do
Like National Geographic - no need for a zoo
We'll feed all those predators
our cows and ewes
And maybe a horse or two, we'll have to choose.
And all the time the flames of Hell we're fanning
The whole mess a result of centralized planning.
By Pierre Jones of Mt. Vernon