Fired by Viscount Monckton's 'Vicar of Bray' riff ,
Oklahoma's gift to the nation has gone on the air:
In Oklahoma’s early days, an oil patch hack was thought a cur,
But I climatic truth reviled, and
gained great preferment, sir!
If science’s laws do not obtain, no science need you cite, sir,
All weather’s due to cosmic
rays, I'm paid to say ‘tis right,
sir!
Since great praise of CO2 can further my promotion,
I'll ban science from my mind, and
damn the warming notion
Here science’s laws do not
obtain-no science can you cite, sir,
For through rains and
hurricanes, I always bank my pay, sir!
Ronald
Reagan’s treaty treating
ozone with compassion
Soon gave way to fat Al Gore’s Apocalyptic passion,
As temperatures in Tulsa rose in most alarming fashion
But science’s laws there
don’t obtain-my bloggerel I'll cite, sir,
For though blistering
drought may reign, my paycheck's always right, sir.
Now Pruitt’s come to Washington 'tis warm in February,
But
pay the steaming swamp no mind, the
White House says be merry.
Here where
science can’t prevail, we vicars drink fine sherry
And from our K Street
pulpits bray Climate-what, me worry?
This much is sure, I shall endure, the vicar never pays, sir!
