As cattle graze and create gasIt won't be all that soon shall pass.Folks want to proclaimA tax on methaneAssessed on sound and smell and mass. This is a poem by my Grandfather.
As cattle graze and create gas
It won't be all that soon shall pass.
Folks want to proclaim
A tax on methane
Assessed on sound and smell and mass.
This is a poem by my Grandfather.
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