Hearing on the news last night that Prince William Sound is still not cleaned up reminded me of the following ditty which I heard from a coworker. Said coworker claims it actually came from someone at Exxon. It is to be sung to the tune of "Gilligan's Island" Sit right back and you'll hear a tale, A tale of a fateful trip, That started from a pristine port Aboard an EXXON ship. Third mate wasn't much of a sailing man, But the skipper liked to booze; So the mate steered the giant oil barge While the skipper took a snooze. Large icebergs filled the shipping lanes; The mighty ship was slowed. If not for the innovative EXXON crew, Their oil would not get sold. The helmsman was heard shouting, "Clear sailing straight ahead-" As the sound of the vessel's grounding Raised the Captain from his bed. The supertanker hit a reef, Which pierced it's single skin. 10 Million gallons of oil spilled out, And a case or two of gin. No booms, no skimmers, no dispersants, Not a single contingency; The oil clean-up effort Was as primitive as could be. Now the lawyers call it an Act of God So the company can't be sued, And Exxon makes a profit From the jacked up price of crude. So now we leave Prince William Sound, It's shoreline strewn with oil. Our sights set to the future; More distant lands to spoil!
(From the "Rest" of RHF)