Basura has a bag, a tub and a flask
She is running out to buy lots of gas
A pipeline shut down, people have panicked
Everybody runs amok, like they’re on the Titanic.
She doesn’t drive, she doesn’t mow
So why she wants gas, who the heck knows
She is now a sheep, no longer my cat
Thanks to the Colonial Oil Pipeline cyber attack.
She hiked her way up to the store
She was gone for 3 hours or more
She sloshed her way home, proud of her caper
It’s as bad as when people hoarded all the toilet paper.