This is too hilarious for words, seven lumps of coal wearing scarves and toques singing Christmas carols about "clean coal" and energy independence!
There are six to chose from, I didn't get far but my favorite is transcribed below:
Frosty the Coalman, is a jolly happy soul,
He's abundant here in America and he helps our economy roll.
Frosty the Coalman's getting cleaner every day
He's affordable and adorable and helps workers keep their pay.
There must have been some magic in clean coal technology,
For when they looked for pollutants there were nearly none to see.
Oh, Frosty the Coalman, is a jolly happy soul,
He's abundant here in America and he helps our economy roll.
Thumpity thump thump, thumpity thump thump look at Frosty go,
Thumpity thump thump, thumpity thump towards energy independence we will go.
Anyone else inclined to jot some of those priceless lyrics down?
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Frost: White and cold.
Coal: Black and burning.
If there's anything that does not bring "Frosty" to mind, "coal" would have to be it.
Yeesh.
Well, both "clean coal" and Santa share one trait, at least.