Sung to the tune of "The Old Rugged Cross"

On a hill far away,
Stood an old oil well,
The emblem of dread climate change.
And twas from that old well,
That we have carbon swell,
Till the temperature's soaring away!

So I'll throw away my old light bulbs,
And make sure that my tires are aired up.
Yes, I'll cling to the old oil well
Till there is no more oil to sell!

XtnYoda Shalomed