A dunce once searched and searched
for long dead fossils.
He dug and dug
pumped and pumped
Refined and processed
and shipped it all round
To power the machines
that belched and burped.
Then he searched some more.
He searched for many long days.
The sun provided him light and energy.
Had he realized machines could
Use that energy
He needn’t have searched so long
nor dig nor dug
nor pumped
nor refined
nor processed
nor
shipped
But when he finally saw the light
The dunce became wise.