Tree leaves are green,
With bark brown like cigar paper.
Or at least they were,
Back in the 1920's.
Oh boy it's hot in here!
The planet is starting to sizzle,
Quick, ban gas!
Better ride my bicycle to places now.
We the people,
Might be *******
Maybe we can be saved,
If we give our money up to Musk,
Electric cars are going to save the planet!
Well we're gonna need more fuel than that,
To ***** wind turbines to replace coal furnaces.
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 11:26 AM UTC
Tree leaves are green,
With bark brown like cigar paper.
Or at least they were,
Back in the 1920's.
Oh boy it's hot in here!
The planet is starting to sizzle,
Quick, ban gas!
Better ride my bicycle to places now.
We the people,
Might be *******
Maybe we can be saved,
If we give our money up to Musk,
Electric cars are going to save the planet!
Well we're gonna need more fuel than that,
To ***** wind turbines to replace coal furnaces.
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