Chernobyl

A is for atom Rotten to the core Melting down below the ground just outside the door Where presidents and statesman continue to play with hot core rods in a box of sand forgetting where they've buried them From Kazakhstan to New York they walk away and wipe their hands Now all young boys like hot apple pie but uranium cake is hotter and those who've tasted such elation will tell you that it's nearly sinful the way the warmth slowly infil- -trates you to the bone Hear! Hear! A noble cheer for the best warm dish served in years... Soviet meltdown in hot sause There's a piece for brother and sister and you There's a piece for mom and dad who chatter in the parlour like a geiger counter going mad Now the nuclear family eats plutonium pie and triple scoop reactor splits melt and drip from every bodies spoon Cheer noble! Good men! Cheer noble! Please stand tall solicit applause Cheer noble!! You'll get your rewards and your just deserts with a noble cheer CANDU!!! Roosty

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