Power is the shining light
That burns throughout our land
and the profit margins they achieve
I cannot understand

A public service, that's the claim
But the burden's on our shoulders
While the power companies fight and scratch
To cheer up their stockholders

You know our power system controls
Have, alas, all been defeated
When we have to face starvation
Just to keep our houses heated

Upon the land the snow doth fall
From heaven to the ground below
The air is brittle, sharp and clear,
And filled with flakes of snow

A fox stands in a clearing, wide
Poised in fear and in surprise
At the strange sound floating through the wood
And searches for a place to hide

The noise approaches ever near
And in one bound the fox doth break
For freedom from this fearsome thing
The last move but one this fox will make

This fox had never seen a road
A car, it could not understand
The fox died on a new highway
Built by blood and sweat of man

As progress is measured by wise old men
And man strives ever forward
Remember, please, the frightened fox
Who died in fear and terror