Twas two weeks before drilling West of Hudson Bay…
The ground was getting more frozen…. That is what they say…
The oil barrels were stacked by the drill rig with care…
In hopes that the “Slemp Man” would take us there.
The drillers were all said to be snuggled at home…
Waiting for the word they stood by the phone.
Well out on the plains there rose such a clatter.
I jumped in my old truck to see what was the matter???
I drove through the snowdrifts and I drove across the ice…
The ground remained Frozen and that was kind of nice…
I approached the drill site with caution and care…
The noise that was coming resembled a bear…
The drill stood like a monument perched on the snow…
Then I heard the voice… yell out “all systems GOOOO”
The Roar that was made when it entered the ground…
It tore through the earth Round after Round…
I really did not know who was driving this thing…
I heard a HO HO HO that gave a Merry RING…
Up on the top of the drilling rig tower
Was a man in a Red Suit… HE had the power
Then everything stopped…. The ground Rumbled and started to boil…
Up through the pipe came Liquid BLACK OIL…
It shot out of the ground like a fountain that reached a great height
The silhouette in the moonlight was such a pretty sight…
The Operator came down his RED SUIT WAS now BLACK…
He filled every barrel and put them on the rack…
The barrels were all stacked neatly and fine..
Thousands of them LINE after LINE….
On each barrel was stamped “Property OWNED BY SMI”
100% owned…. And that was no lie…
To the little Man it did not matter that the oil price was low…
He smiled and he winked…. The world will use this I know...
There is plenty more of this right here I can say…
Just a few miles West of the Town of HUDSON BAY…