Gushing Destruction

As the oil gushes freely from the hole The ocean currents disperse it abroad Fish, birds all sea creatures await tole This time the tole awaits for thee and all No just sealife, waterfoul, oysters, clams This could mean less food on our grocer's shelf Of course, there will be biscuits, even jam But what about fish, oysters fried by a chef As that oily sustance keeps spreading All around the Gulf who's to say where will stop It could bounce all around the globe Might take a year or two but who even knows That oil might slip into that slow boat to China On the submarine in the deepest ocean Maybe get on your bassboat moored under oak tree As the cooing Dove calls to me how long 'twill be When the end will come no one knows This could be the start of those woes Spoken of in Revelations when one-third Of the sea creatures meet their destruction