MONTANA IN TIME
© Greg Keeler 1989

Ski Yellowstone

As I was out walking the Hebgen trails,
My eyes they opened wide.
From what I could see, they'd cut down half the trees
And scarred up the mountain side.
Now ain't it ashamed that until it's too late,
We don't know what we have got,
'Cause they'll cover them scars with some snack shops and bars
And a dozen parking lots.

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So come all you Pennsylvania boys and California too.
We'll make Hebgen Lake into a cosmic zoo.

Then I met a young man with a saw in his hand.
He was wearin' a yellow hard hat.
And I asked if he knew what they was plannin' to do
With that grizzly habitat.
"Don't worry," said he, "'bout ecology
Where profit incentive's concerned.
I know it ain't fair 'bout them grizzly bears,
But there's money to be earned.

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When the natives still lived on this untouched land,
Before the explorers arrived.
They lived by their word and the buffalo herds,
And let Nature rule their lives.
It's a long time since then when them Indians
Lived out here among their dreams.
Now Florida blonds dump their pink port-a-johns
In the sources of mountain streams.

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I had a vision the other night.
The gates of heaven had opened for me.
Saint Peter smiled as I went through the stile,
And he tossed me a pair of skis.
Then down through the clouds skied a hideous crowd.
'Neath their sporty white goggles was bone.
And one of them yelled that they'd sold out to hell
Like the fools at Yellowstone.

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