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Tilting at Windmills ©

Tom R Young
Kirkcaldy, Scotland
2007

Scotia a green and oh so pleasant land
hills and glens and mountains still pristine
where the deer in forests still roam free
untroubled much by the spoiling hand of man
but now these numpties who all sit in Holyrood
have decided to destroy this pleasant scene
by erecting thousands of daft wind farms
and destroying all this beauty so serene
no more my friends will folk travel from afar
to view our highland mountains and our glens
for who in their right mind will wish to view
these moaning sighing ghastly triple blades
we need these ghastly windmills not a lot
since we export our surplus electric power
and these costly wind farms are so inefficient
they never can supply our power needs
and imagine friends as you walk by the shore
to watch the waves and see the seabirds fly
all you will see as you then stroll along
will be miles of turning windmills out at sea
and has no one thought about the danger
to shipping and to seabirds they will cause
how sad my friends to see this needless folly
destroy forever the wondrous silent beauty
of this so serene and oh so pleasant land
so awake you silent citizens of Scotland
before you all realise that it is far too late
and tell these pygmies over in 'Auld Reekie'
this desecration of our land is a step too far



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