Ample colors of red, yellow and green
Foal the dolor of a star-crossed moline
Ere the dark night put science in a cage
And the Times of London was e’er so keen
To press the black magic of Merlin’s age
Across every Tommy’s cathode-ray screen.
It seems to take an American sage
To make grand copy of old England’s page.
In The Nam gasoline bombs showed Dow’s reliance
Upon its Carbide crime and its napalm science.
