Labor, Liberal and Forestry Tasmania’s stinking burnoffs are like the dose of herpes springing up a few days after the cunning seduction of last Saturday.
Posted by Gunna on 23/03/06 at 06:28 AM
Apologies to DEVO
Crack that chip
Load it in the ship
Money in a sack
You know it’s not coming back
When a big tree comes along
You must chip it
Before the napalm sings its song
You must chip it
When something’s going wrong
You must chip it
Now chip it
Into shape
Scrape it up
Get straight
Go forward
Move ahead
Try to detect it
It’s not too late
To chip it
Chip it good
When a regnans hits the ground
You must chip it
You must always chop it down
And then you chip it
No tree gets away
We have to chip it
I say chip it
Chip it good
I say chip it
Chip it good
Crack that chip
Give the FT the slip
Step on the track
The choppers coming back
When a log truck comes along
You must dodge it
While the carrots kill the throng
You must chip it
When burn offs going wrong
You have to chip it
Just chip it
Into shape
Smash it up
Get straight
Go forward
Move ahead
Try to detect it
It’s not too late
To chip it
Into shape
Shape it up
Get straight
Go forward
Move ahead
Try to detect it
It’s not too late
To chip it
Chip it good
Posted by Dave Groves on 23/03/06 at 07:36 AM
Parts of my home turf are ready and piled up for burning this Autumn. Never mind the loss of our fire clearing with regrowth.
For images of the large piles of old growth biomass ready for the match (from the November 2005 clearfelling by Forestry Tasmania) see:
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