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Oh, the engine’s gone dead!” cried the men who were there
And she passed up the dock on the wide Delaware;
Then the ship ran aground and the oil got away
And they did not report the big spill on that day.
It was hundreds of thousands of gallons galore
Stretching thirty-two miles down the Delaware shore;
There were geese in the marshes out looking for food,
They got stuck where they stood in the oncoming crude!

There's someone on your butt these days
Most everywhere you go
You always wait in line, you find
The line is always slow
I might start in complaining
But in truth I plainly see
The problem's made of people
And the people's partly me