MULGATHE ARTISTASIA

An Ode to the Filthy Flamingo Surf Gang

When a well so deep

Owned by the goons at BP

With oil began to leak

And gush into the sea

The formation of this gang

Did all begin

When this oil so putrid

Had all sunk in

These flamingos were pink

And now they’re not

Transformed by stink

And oil so hot

These birds were friendly

Gentle and kind as well

But now they’re mean

And they emit a smell

The other birds

Call them stinking greasers

But the flamingos retaliate

And kill all them geese’s

They terrorize the coast

And the swamps of Florida

Trashing nests in trees

And strong arming fauna

Thus goes the tale

Of the flamingo surf gang

So filthy and rough

You better believe it mang

The End