Energy might some day apportioned be;
In plum times plundered as oil wells blew and thundered.
It's only been a fantasy, for I know the Sun must see
A greater part; but then confusing starts.
My peace departs from the moment I hear Barack Hussein
Say he'll surrender to all those Greens again.
Wind energy supporting me from Texas to Midwest plain?

He chanced on his plan, faux from love,
In part bleating, "Fines OIL must pay."
He's prizing the ANWR he's dreaming of:
Those swarmed herds in cold lands mill in our way.
I'll cheer when the doomsayers mend
Their patter that tells of dire end.
"Forsake and please leave oil, unwise to retrieve,"
They intone, "Caps we can't go above.