Galapagos those pristine islands
Out there far away
From man and his unholy practices
How can they stay
Pristine I ask myself
Said one old Turtle on the shore
Looking at the ocean
We really can't ignore
The problems we are facing
Then an Iguana said
Your right lad out there in the surf
Its coming to a head
Another spillage threatened
2000 gallons and
Diesel it is possible
That it could soon make land
Some seabirds have looked pretty shaky
Covered in this crap
If it reaches shoreline
We're all be in a flap
Inevitably our Paradise
These walk on 2 legs share
All their blooming nonsense
Will just be everywhere
Pollution what shall we do
They just don't seem to care
Every place the humans go
Their crap they want to share