Doomed Planet

“Today’s debate about global warming is essentially a debate about freedom. The environmentalists would like to mastermind each and every possible (and impossible) aspect of our lives.”

Vaclav Klaus
Blue Planet in Green Shackles

Poetic tax

by Cliff Ollier

April 23, 2011

The Carbon Tax

Hurrah, Hurrah the Carbon Tax
Just pay up and then relax.

We’ll stop warming, have no fears,
(Maybe take a thousand years).
Like Canute we’ll stop the waves.
Make sure that the sea behaves.

Hurrah, Hurrah the Carbon Tax
Just pay up and then relax.

Drought and floods will all be gone
(Miss Mackellar please move on).
Cyclones, bushfires, locusts, pests,
Carbon Tax will put to rest.

Hurrah, Hurrah the Carbon Tax
Just pay up and then relax.

Carbon’s nasty, so they say
(scientists, within our pay)
So we tax it through the nose
Don’t ask where the money goes.

Ministers for this and that,
Lots and lots of bureaucrats
Wish to use the Carbon Tax,
So pay up, and just relax.

Hurrah, Hurrah the Carbon Tax
Just pay up and then relax.

All the horrors we endure
Carbon Tax is sure to cure.
We will fix them, bye and bye,
Were we ever known to lie?

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Notes for Non-Australians:

Our government proposes to introduce a Carbon Tax, after promising it would not do so at the last election.

Dorothea McKellar wrote a great iconic poem (published 1911) about Australia that includes:

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.

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See also: Cliff Ollier’s  "Without the CO2 we’d all be dead" here…

 

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