The Horse provided for our needs.
It pulled our carriage and our plow
And served as our trusty steed.
But soon it easy was to tell,
There was an overwhelming smell,
And our cities, to be sure,
Were soon awash in horse manure.
Yet man is clever in his ways,
And soon he found a new solution:
No longer did the horse hold sway -
'Twas the Industrial Revolution!
Soon air conditioning, the telly
We used, powered by oil or coal,
And though they turned out as smelly,
It looked that Man had reached his goal.
But nature turned out too cruel:
Man needed still another fuel
The storming seas prevent to rise
And to drown mankind's enterprise.
And though the smell may be not sweeter,
We must not hurt her or mistreat her,
For as our scientists explain,
From cow we'll get our methane!
So the old tale to spin we're bound
To repeat it round and round:
And for better or for worse
We'll trade a cow for the old horse...