Fired by Viscount Monckton's 'Vicar of Bray' riff ,
Oklahoma's gift to the nation has gone on the air:
In Oklahoma’s early days, an oil patch hack was thought a cur,
But I climatic truth reviled, and gained great preferment, sir!
If science’s laws do not obtain, no science need you cite, sir,
All weather’s due to cosmic rays, I'm paid to say ‘tis right, sir!
Since great praise of CO2 can further my promotion,
I'll ban science from my mind, and damn the warming notion
Here science’s laws do not obtain-no science can you cite, sir,
For through rains and hurricanes, I always bank my pay, sir!
Ronald Reagan’s treaty treating ozone with compassion
Soon gave way to fat Al Gore’s Apocalyptic passion,
As temperatures in Tulsa rose in most alarming fashion
But science’s laws there don’t obtain-my bloggerel I'll cite, sir,
For though blistering drought may reign, my paycheck's always right, sir.
Now Pruitt’s come to Washington 'tis warm in February,
But pay the steaming swamp no mind, the White House says be merry.
Here where science can’t prevail, we vicars drink fine sherry
And from our K Street pulpits bray Climate-what, me worry?
This much is sure, I shall endure, the vicar never pays, sir!