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To
the Countryside:
Where the hayfields of
Radley were mown,
and the orchids and daisies
had grown
They dug up the land
Just for Gravel and Sand,
Why couldn't they leave
it alone
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To Bob and the
Team
As DAVID notes Mallards
and Teals
And BASIL snaps all that
appeals
Our JO looks for Ratty
and Mole, smart and natty,
Yet the anglers see nothing
but EELES
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To Common Sense:
So nPower are up to some
tricks
for a biodiversity fix,
But its only the cash
That is stopping the ash
Being sensibly made into
bricks.
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To Justice:
Could a bird stop a lake
being filled?
Could a bee stop a fish
being killed?
Could a little rare moth
Call the infilling off?
If they could, we would
all be so thrilled!
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Now, Eric the Orc said
one day
I must get rid of this
PFA
I'll give it a shake,
Chuck it in a lake,
and the residents won't
have a say! |
He said " I don't
care about moles
or the newts or the rare
water voles
I hate all this scenery
I just can't stand greenery
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What I really prefer is
black holes!" |
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Well, the residents
living in Radley
Took the news of the ash
very badly.
But they were not downhearted
A petition they started
And ran round getting
signatures madly. |
They then organised a
committee
With members so clever
and witty
They thought up many ways
RWE NPower to faze
and how to put cash in
the kitty.
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They said "Let's
make hundreds of cakes
to shown RWE NPower we've
got what it takes"
They found things to raffle
Held quizzes to baffle
Anything that would rescue
the Lakes. |
They even appeared on
the telly
To give their campaign
some more welly
They got in the papers
With the Vole cutting
capers,
With made Eric shake like
a jelly. |
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RWE NPower their bid
then withdrew
While they tried to think
up something new
But we'd better watch
out
They'll be plotting no
doubt
New tactics of which we've
no clue. |
Now Santa's preparing
his sleigh
and he'll fly o'er the
Lakes any day.
He'll give us a warning
If, on Christmas Morning,
He sees RWENPower up to
foul play. |
There once was
a young man who went fish'n
To catch a large
fish he was wish'n
When he got to
the Lake
He saw his mistake
Full of fly-ash
- nothing was liv'n
A twitcher went
down to the Lake
Another silly
mistake
With the trees
and bushes all gone
He'd not see
a bird or hear song.
The outcome is
sad you'll agree
When we find
there is nothing to see
"Hobson's
Choice" it is said
Will leave everything
dead
There is no end
to this rhyme
But we'll see
in good time,
If we, like the
birds, will be singing.
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A
Campaigner called Marjorie once said
"A
bazaar just fills me with dread
I'll
bake lots of cakes
To
save Radley's Lakes
But
a Dance is a pain in the head!"
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There
once was a chappie called Basil
Who
worked himself into a frazzle
With
saving the lakes
And
all that it takes
He
never went out on the razzle.
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There
was a nice lady called Jo
Who
down to the lakes she would go
When
a sweet water vole
Popped
out of his hole
And
bit off a bit of her toe
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There
once was a chappie called Bob
Who
found himself out of a job
But
he found he could write
And
help in the fight
Against
Didcot's Mercenary Mob.
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