Now lemme rap at ya about a young man Who set out on foot across this great land What he saw 'twas barren, so desperately needing A strong lad to come along and spill his seedlings All over her ground, man, so he hatched a plan Answering her siren call with a firm shake of his hand
Now he was born into the time after honey and mead
And his descendants had yet to build the first microbrewery
But he had a vision, man, and were his neighbors excited!
This land would be overflowing with the finest hard ciders
So they sent him off, wishing him luck and shouting "godspeed!
Young man, go and fulfill our manifest botanical destiny!"
Now serve up another round of that delicious All-American pie Fill your glasses with the Sauce, and raise them high We feast in remembrance of the bounty his hand hath provided But please ignore any hints that he might have been misguided Thus we're forced to drink to forget those who simply had to die Turn a blind eye to all them native plants unwillingly sacrificed
Now if you do your research you might feel a bit conflicted I'll be damned if he wasn't a man of admirable convictions Good character aside, hear ye this definitive reckoning rhyme The same one future scholars will maintain blew their mind I posit this nation was founded upon this half-baked thesis: "Let's make legends out of invasive species"
Content created on: 24 & 30 July 2020 (Fri/Thurs)
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