Timothy Birdnow

With Apologies to Stephen Foster:

I come from Alabama
for to hug a nice green tree
I've been comin' to these conferences since COP number 23
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death; oh Greta, don’t you cry.
Oh dear Greta, oh don't you cry for me!
I've been going to these conferences since the COP in Germany!

Had a dream the other night that all machines were still,
I thought I saw Al Gore up there a blowin' on Capitol Hill,
Some caviar was in his mouth, a tear was in his eye,
He said it's awfully hot down south, so you had better cry.

I soon will be in New Orleans and then I’ll find a mohel
An environmental activist who grubs around in soil
I'll anger him with climate change
I'll bring him to a boil
And I'll set him loose on the caboose of an exec from dirty oil!

And when I go and find him, this man will surely die
And although it's freezing cold right now, I know this world will fry.

This world will fry, and a lot of folks will die, and the Revolution's comin gonna poke 'em in the eye!

Oh, Greta Thunberg, oh don’t you cry for me
cos’ I come to sell some windmills
and to steal your liberty.

Thanks to Tom Gelsthorpe for inspiring this.

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