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This writer is one of our most staunch adversaries and he is a staff writer for the Orlando Sentinel.
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`Song of the Lake' Whitey Markle's anti-airboat tune
Sentinel Staff Writer
June 26, 2005
Oh, you come through the marsh or the reeds and the pads for the gators and the frogs you explore
But unlike the marsh hawk so silent and peaceful you invade with a deafening roar
You sit there and you play with your toys so fearful
It's control and it's power that you seek
You unleash your contraption on this heavenly marshland
You never see the destruction that you reap
Mister won't you shut down that awful machineAnd listen to the song of the lake?
The osprey, the blue pete, didapper, and blackbird -- it's a song only nature can make.
For two million years we've lived by the water
Without your infernal machine.
We caught the sweet fishes and hunted the marshes and the lake's murky water was clean.
So you crash through the nests of the birds in the marsh with your airboats so fearful and loud.
You scare all those critters with your engine so harsh
Your invasion should not be allowed.
Mister won't you shut down that awful machine
And listen to the song of the lake?
The osprey, the blue pete, didapper, and blackbird -- it's a song only nature can make.
It's a song only God can make.
Copyright by Richard "Whitey" Markle
http://www.orlandosentinel.com/orl-asec ... home-promo
`Song of the Lake' Whitey Markle's anti-airboat tune
Sentinel Staff Writer
June 26, 2005
Oh, you come through the marsh or the reeds and the pads for the gators and the frogs you explore
But unlike the marsh hawk so silent and peaceful you invade with a deafening roar
You sit there and you play with your toys so fearful
It's control and it's power that you seek
You unleash your contraption on this heavenly marshland
You never see the destruction that you reap
Mister won't you shut down that awful machineAnd listen to the song of the lake?
The osprey, the blue pete, didapper, and blackbird -- it's a song only nature can make.
For two million years we've lived by the water
Without your infernal machine.
We caught the sweet fishes and hunted the marshes and the lake's murky water was clean.
So you crash through the nests of the birds in the marsh with your airboats so fearful and loud.
You scare all those critters with your engine so harsh
Your invasion should not be allowed.
Mister won't you shut down that awful machine
And listen to the song of the lake?
The osprey, the blue pete, didapper, and blackbird -- it's a song only nature can make.
It's a song only God can make.
Copyright by Richard "Whitey" Markle