I see that slurry look upon your face:
you’ve got bore rubble in that mine.
You’ve got to tidy up this grimy place,
remove bore rubble from that mine.

A couple tons it’s gotta weigh,
so I ask: have you got a way
to get it out and dump under the skies,
get that bore rubble from the mine?
You need a coterie of wholesome guys
to get bore rubble from that mine.

You understand: it’s gotta go!
But I see: all you’ve got’s a hoe.
I’m tired of talking about your balking.
Away, I say with you!

Right after you have gone away
I’m gonna find myself a way
to get out of the bind from stuff that’s mined.
I’ll get bore rubble from my mind.

A bunch of TNT will end
this issue; I lit the fuse, then flew. . .
the whole thing blew.
Smoke cleared; I viewed: blew a pipe from the mu[nicipal] loo.
I smelled an ugly vapor; it was time
to run. . .more bubbling of that slime.
The town sore, troubled by that slime.