Do-List

King Tut's necklace missing; They're hunting high and low, And Obama's nose is growing Just like Pinocchio's. And the Ben Bernanke is sensitive, For he feels misunderstood, Cause all the paper he's printing Is really just a bunch of wood. And there's lots that's going on But I find it hard to care; King Tut he died eons ago, And there's something in the air: For the birds keep falling dead, And Yellowstone's waking up, The sun has no more sunspots, And the North Pole’s moving up. The Gulf current dead or dying, The Middle East flying apart; I wish I had a magic carpet To escape from all this dark. The fish dying in their schools, The gas is scarce or gone; The power plants are idling Just when the chill is on. Is there something I've forgotten, On my list of things to dread- Oh yes, I've ordered poison Cause I'm better off just dead.