There are birds killed by wind turbines. We don't care!
'Though we're always out protesting - we're not there.
For although it's cruel and mean
It's the price we'll pay for "green".
'Tis a fact we tell the bloggers not to share.

Many spotted owls and eagles now have died.
It's okay for E.P.A. is on our side.
We'll ignore these facts, forsooth!
It's "An Inconvenient Truth",
So the feathered body count we have denied.

As a rule we would be marching in the streets.
We'd be yelling "ban all fur" and "outlaw meats".
But our outrage neatly ends
When it comes to flying friends.
We won't miss their loud annoying chirps and tweets.

Let the western farmland turn to desert? Fine!
For the numbers of one fishy might decline.
Yet we'll look the other way
As the blades make bird pate'.
We won't say a word or make a single sign.

Listen up, you Mother Nature-hating dolts,
Just in case our silence gives you major jolts.
If you ask, we'll tell you why
We don't care if birdies die.
It's because they pooped on our new Chevy Volts.

We'll dispute that there's a massacre, and yet
No one wants to see these creatures hurt - you bet.
Still we'll put our qualms aside
As we all go for a ride
On our guru Al Gore's sumptious private jet.