We get our stuff by ferry boat,
It hauls big trucks across our moat.
Food and meds and other things
From far away on silver wings.
Devices cased in plastic too
Provide our information glue.
All these perks with oil connect,
With fear and loathing, some reject.
Loaded planes, gratuitous trips
Would be as dead as sailing ships.
The loss of oil would cause great pain,
We’d wish we had it back again.
Albert Reeve, Gibsons
