Merry Christmas to the BDCP, the DSC and the NRA, et al.
Burt Wilson, Editor
Twas the night before Christmas at BDCP,
But their eggnogs were downed amidst much misery.
Their heads were hung low, their brows were all sweated,
‘Cause it looked like their tunnels wouldn’t be vetted.
Seven years or more they had worked through the night,
To make us believe the twin tunnels were right.
When pressed to explain things, they just hemmed and hawed,
Cause they knew all along what they planned was a fraud.
Then out on the Delta there arose such a clatter,
The people looked ’round to see what was the matter.
It was old Marc Cowin. He yelped like an otter:
“I promise we’ll never take any new water.”
The people yelled back, “We’ve heard that before.”
And the MWD says they want a lot more.
The co-equal goals will never pass muster.
And the fish screens have lost their original luster.