Twas two nights before Christmas when all through the Commission
Not a creature was stirring, (except for bulldozers and heavy equipment on our beaches)
NOT EVEN MOUSE (well maybe ro moved just a bit)
For there was corruption in this house
The Stockings were slung without any care (Like everything else in this county)
For St. Nick will not be coming here
That for certain was very very clear
Several of the Commissioners and Some County Staff
were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of more money danced in their heads
Red Clay on the beaches and ways
Of how to bleach it floated in their caps
While they took a long winter?s nap
When out on the Beach there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see the matter
For another dump truck was making its rounds
More DIRT was hitting these sacred Grounds
The Moon on the breast of the new-fallen (snow)
Gave a luster of midday to the illegal objects dropped below
For Once again it was RO Ro Ro
Ho Ho Ho
Ho Ho Ro
Ro is a Ho
He sold his soul
For a small amount of Dough
Ro Is a Ho that must now go
Sorry a different Song Totally but I just couldn?t help it
Back to the original
He was chubby and plump, a right Jolly old elf,
And we all laughed when we saw him in spite of ourselves
A wink in his eye and a nod of his head
Sent Greg Graham and the code officers back to bed
Soon gave us all the know that we had everything to Dread
He Spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And back filled the walls with more illegal dirt?
When the people opposed
The verdict was given to the sounds of cheers
Only to have to be demanded again and again through the years
For this is the way until we can win
And not reelect those with the quirky little grin..
Merry Christmas all
And to all a good night
I hope may little story caused only a we bit fright
Not a creature was stirring, (except for bulldozers and heavy equipment on our beaches)
NOT EVEN MOUSE (well maybe ro moved just a bit)
For there was corruption in this house
The Stockings were slung without any care (Like everything else in this county)
For St. Nick will not be coming here
That for certain was very very clear
Several of the Commissioners and Some County Staff
were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of more money danced in their heads
Red Clay on the beaches and ways
Of how to bleach it floated in their caps
While they took a long winter?s nap
When out on the Beach there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see the matter
For another dump truck was making its rounds
More DIRT was hitting these sacred Grounds
The Moon on the breast of the new-fallen (snow)
Gave a luster of midday to the illegal objects dropped below
For Once again it was RO Ro Ro
Ho Ho Ho
Ho Ho Ro
Ro is a Ho
He sold his soul
For a small amount of Dough
Ro Is a Ho that must now go
Sorry a different Song Totally but I just couldn?t help it
Back to the original
He was chubby and plump, a right Jolly old elf,
And we all laughed when we saw him in spite of ourselves
A wink in his eye and a nod of his head
Sent Greg Graham and the code officers back to bed
Soon gave us all the know that we had everything to Dread
He Spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And back filled the walls with more illegal dirt?
When the people opposed
The verdict was given to the sounds of cheers
Only to have to be demanded again and again through the years
For this is the way until we can win
And not reelect those with the quirky little grin..
Merry Christmas all
And to all a good night
I hope may little story caused only a we bit fright
